I closed the door behind me, making sure that I heard the confirming click to reassure me that it was firmly closed, before I turned my back on the door. There wasn’t a single nerve in my body that didn’t want to start kicking at the edges of the furniture that surrounded me, but I was injured. Doing that would not only be stupid, but it would be likely to put me in more pain than I was already in.
I couldn’t believe that he was staying. I genuinely couldn’t. It was as if everything that I had said, everything that I had suggested, had simply gone in one ear, and out the other one—that was if he had even bothered to pay enough attention to me to have anything go in one ear. I wanted nothing more than to lash out, even if it meant that I didn’t kick the furniture left and right. I just ne
