Williams

When I opened my eyes, the room felt strangely empty without Hazel beside me, like a missing piece. My heart sank as the memories of yesterday flooded back – the shocking news that greeted me in the morning, Hazel's understandable hurt and anger, my ill-advised attempt at reverse psychology, and the chaos of the press conference. It all weighed heavily on me as I lay there. There was no point playing the blame game or wallowing in self-pity. What had been done had been done and there ...