My heart felt like it was literally aching as I lay in the small bed that was once my sanctuary. Michael hadn’t come back to the guesthouse that night. He’d messaged to say he was staying at the lodge.
The things that Adam had said hurt me more than him showing up. I could have forgiven him watching me while I had a few drinks with a friend, but him accusing me of wanting to sleep with a random guy at a bar was low.
I also realised that I had f****d up by just taking off. That part I’d own up to. I knew if I’d waited to hear back from him before I left, he’d ask if he could tag along instead and we’d have had some drinks with Michael, then probably come home after a couple of hours.
I tried to put myself in Adam’s position and realised that I’d say similar things had the roles been
