“What’s wrong? You said thirty minutes! You said…” She stalks towards me and jabs her finger at my chest. “Thirty minutes, Daniel! You said you would be…” Her voice goes hoarse and then it cracks. “Here in thirty minutes. You promised!” “Josefine, hey, I’m here now, I’m sorry. I didn’t—” “No!” she shouts, backing away, raising a hand for me to stay away from her. “I don’t want you here. I want you to leave. This was a mistake. Grab you stuff and get the fuck out!”
