And that's when I get up and walk away because I know I'm going to break down and I will not cry in front of them. I rush back upstairs, but Alex soon catches up with me and grab my wrist on the stairs, ‘babe, stop.’
SoIplaster onasmiling face and sitdownto meaninglesschatter, butnotfor long. Darkthoughtsrush back to consciousness; I run upstairs to check theCD playerforthe thirdtime.