I allowed the curtain to fall shut, my heart thumping wildly against my ribcage as I tried to push the memory of Matthew walking away to the back of my mind. For some reason I was finding it difficult to thing straight, my mind whirring with all of the things that I should have said to Matthew while he was here—I knew that saying anything would have been better than the nothing I had supplied him with, and if I would have been lucky in the slightest, I would have been able to stop him from leaving.
But that was the thing. I hadn’t said anything, and now, what was done had been done. He was making his way through the cold, while I was left here in the bedroom like an unwanted cabbage. The thought caused a bitter taste to rise up in my mouth and before I knew what I was happening, I was tug
