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I don’t know whether it was Kieran’s phone call last night that put me on edge, but I was awake for most of the night, worrying and panicking, my heart rate increasing with every noise I heard. I lost count of how many times I jumped out of bed and peered through the curtains every time I heard a car stop on the road outside.
I didn’t go to the kickboxing class this week. I couldn’t face it. I feel bad now, especially knowing that Simon is disappointed at the dwindling attendance figures. I’ll send him a text at some point today to apologise and promise I’ll be there next week.
I thought I was doing alright, thought I was dealing with it all. But now I realise I was just trying to push it to the back of mind, as I always do.
There’s no way I can face going into work today, so I call
