Baby face

Glancing around the empty hall left apprehension crawling through me, I felt stupid remembering that I had no key card so getting through the secured door would be impossible.

It left me with a choice between walking through the crowd of hungry reporters, or walking all the way to Simon’s office.

The later was almost as nerve racking as the first, it was as if every time I developed a way of dealing with the tumultuous feelings that plagued me around Simon, he discovered a new way of stirring said feelings.

Shifting to a soft side seemed like his new method, a side I never saw in our marriage.

‘Was he worried about me?', the thought plagued me, putting my head on a rollercoaster.

‘Why was he worried about me?', I tried to make meaning of his behavior, the way his eyes crinkled at the sides and the way his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

He didn’t show up when reporters came for me all those years ago, talk less of show a reaction, talk less of worry about me.

‘So why, why now', t