She could expose herself to his presence, like letting sun and air reach the damp timbers of her heart, where her unhealthy obsession with him had secretly mouldered for years. She would never forgive him, or trust him. They could never really be friends again. But perhaps she could learn to be indifferent. One day Hugo might take up no more space in her mind than any other person. He would just be a man she knew. And her body wouldn’t ache for him.
