“She doesn’t love me anymore, Mam.” “I don’t believe that for a second,” Mam argued gently. “Teenage girls don’t cry over boys like this when they’re not in love.” That hit me hard. Fucking gutted me. Tore my heart to ribbons. “Fuck.” Dropping my head in my hands, I gripped my hair so tight, I thought I might rip it from my scalp. I certainly needed to fuck something up.
