Aida

As Arge leads us down a long corridor and past a series of closed doors, I can't help but realise the irony of the situation. All my life, I’ve wanted nothing more than to open all the locked doors in my head, but now as I march towards the first possibility of starting that process, I want nothing to do with it. How messed up is that? It's so me. I'm a complicated mess. But somehow, I'm okay with it now.

So, when we reach the last door and I see that it's open, my heart rate immediately starts to kickinto overdrive. I know that Arge is attuned to...