I barely slept that night. I kept turning and tossing, wondering why he had left me just like that. All my insecurities came back to me. Did I smell so bad I turned him off? Did he realise that it was a mistake? I desperately wanted to know what was going on in his mind. If he didn’t want me, why did he kiss me in the first place? Was he a psycho who just wanted to see me suffer?

Eventually, I managed to sleep. I even survived the next day, thanks to all the work I had to do. MaryAnn claimed to be sick and I didn’t ask her...