I dragged myself into the office the next day, feeling like I’d been hit by a truck… a truck filled with embarrassment and awkward memories. Memories of how I’d put on a random cleaners smock, trying to get away from Aiden.

I groaned as the memory haunted me. If my mother approached me right now and begged me to quit my job to fawn over her 24/7, I might’ve just agreed. I honestly wasn’t sure how long I could last there without exposing myself as ‘the woman from that ...