Back in my own department, my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing with messages. Since I wasn’t replying, Damon resorted to texting me.

“Ashy, I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please give me another chance to make it right.”

“I’ll make breakfast for you again tomorrow.”

“Don’t rush home after work tonight; let me take you back.”

“I heard you have surgery today. Don’t be too nervous, just relax.”

It felt like he was back to how he was when we were in a relationship, constantly showering me with concern. But I was just annoyed that I’d forgotten to block his number.

I raised my hand and knocked on my own head in...