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It’s well past midnight when Sophie’s housemate, Evie, opens the door to me with a look of surprise on her face. “Soph is not here,” she says as she takes in my bedraggled appearance and ushers me into the hallway before closing the door with a soft click. I nod. “I know. Do you mind though, if I crash in her room tonight?” I ask, my voice thick with unshed tears. She looks me up and down with a friendly, “Sure,” before waving her hand in the direction of Soph’s room, even though I have been here thousands of times before. “And Evie, would you mind not saying anything to Soph about this until I have a chance to talk to her?” I have no idea how I’m going to explain everything that’s happened in the last twelve hours when I don’t even really understand it myself. “Sure thing,” Evie respo
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