“Tell me about yourself,” she said over a hospital cafe snack, so I did. I gave her an overview of my textbook lovely life with a fresh new smile on my face. I told her about my awesome parents I visited every weekend, and our old family dog. I told her about the boyfriend I lived with over in Eddington. How I’d had a great time at Warwick university, studying psychology. How I was happy, happy, happy. Always so happy.
