I wince. Kids. That’s a sore spot tonight, but she doesn’t notice the sobering effect her words have on me. She just carries on, unruffled. “And if the story ends with I lay on a dirty floor unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep for hours, it’s going to be the worst story. Don’t live life with regrets, Sebastian.” Fuck me. It’s like she’s found my fresh wound and is squeezing her limes right into it.
