Chapter 175

• I sit slumped in my chair as I nod sadly, I don’t even have it in me to speak. The blistering memory of the last time I felt like this poisons me from within, when I was nineteen and heartbroken, sitting in an airport just like this waiting for a flight to LA … trying desperately to escape her love … or lack of it.
• Ben sits opposite us, and his eyes search mine. “Do you want a coffee?” he asks as he raises his eyebrows.
• “Yes,” I reply.