Atticus and I had not spoken since the dining encounter, and though it was a setback in my plans, I would have it no other way. I didn’t like the emotions that were running through my mind. They felt foreign, as though they belonged to another.

I kept asking myself if it was worth it and why I kept acting this way, especially if I told myself a thousand times that I didn’t have any feelings for him.

I was hurt and angry, and had no reason behind my behaviour. Do I just give up and live my ...