On the day I was discharged, Fenton, unusually cheerful, showed up to pick me up.
It felt like we were back to when we first fell in love. When he confessed his feelings to me, he had gathered a crowd to witness his grand confession, all packed at the entrance of the school building.
Now, they were crowded at the hospital entrance. But time had worked its magic, and my feelings were completely different now.
The cameras for the live interview were already set up.
Fenton, smugly overconfident, said, “The internet is ripping Yolanda and me to shreds with insults. We’ve been waiting for you despite all the criticism. Didn’t you say you had something to tell Yolanda? Go on, say it!”
I couldn’t be bothered with Fenton, who was bouncing around like a hyperactive squirrel. I played the vide
