Relief washed over me as he shook his head. “No. He knows it wasn’t you.”
I took a deep breath… but I still needed a great white shark.
One positive thing doesn’t make up for the rest of the s**t… lots of s**t… mountain of s**t… like come on! “Is he OK though?”
“He’s fine.”
“You know when women use the word fine, it’s not actually fine. So, are you sure he’s OK?” My mother's voice saying fine in my head nearly made me throw up.
I've spent years in therapy to make sure I don't hear that woman's voice in my head.
A slight smirk took over his face before it left quickly. “He’s OK.”
I wiped my face with the towel to try and calm myself a bit more, before collecting my stuff. We walked side by side to the road.
Just before we got to the road, the man turned to me. “I’m Leo.” A sligh
