As if staying in the same house wasn't torture enough, Sam worked from home the next day.

I hated it the moment I realized. The house felt smaller with him in it, his presence leaking into every room even when he stayed in the study. I kept my movements quiet and my face empty. He still found reasons to appear.

We did talk about the collaboration. How he suggested I should add better art style and not my "rubbish". He spoke about his brother and how he still thinks it's a waste of time for me.

I was in the hallway with a glass of water when he leaned against...