I recoil. Bile stings up my throat, threatening to spill into my mouth. All this time. All this time I’ve spent with Alfie. Making better choices, building, rebuilding, rebuilding again. Over and over. The time, the effort, the energy. It’s been for nothing. She’s gone. Her eyes are dead when they look at me. And I can’t even be mad about it. She’s right. I’m disgusting. I don’t deserve to be anywhere near her, let alone begging for her forgiveness.
