He looked nothing like the confident executive who had stepped out of the hospital plaza in designer sunglasses and an expensive shirt. His jaw was covered in rough stubble, his clothing wrinkled, his eyes bloodshot and frantic.

He gripped the iron bars of our security gate like a cornered animal.

“Audrey! I know you’re watching this feed! We need to sort this out! Talk to me!”

I watched him in total silence. I felt no residual wave of affection. No nostalgia. Not even an active surge of hatred. There was only an immense, beautiful stillness in my chest.

“Let him hold his position,” I instructed security.

Dominic shouted for a full hour. Then he begged. Finally, completely exhausted, he sank onto the curb.