Liam knocked on Mia’s door. “Mia, it’s me. Please open up and talk to me.”

     Mia had avoided and ignored him all day. He knew he fucked up but he couldn’t apologise if she wouldn’t talk to him.

     He knocked again, the bag of takeaway Thai food swinging in his hands, all but forgotten. He’d even bought her a Vodka Cruiser because he remembered she didn’t like beer. He could hear the soft noise of the television, so he assumed Mia was home, but so far he hadn’t heard her moving around inside.

     “Come on Mia, sweetheart. I know what I said was wrong and I want the chance to...