I stood outside my own front door, shivering in the drizzle, my suitcase heavy in my hand and my heart heavier still. Three days ago, I’d stormed out after a blazing row with Barbara, swearing I’d never come back, but now I was here, desperate and unsure if I even belonged anymore. The keys in my pocket felt useless, and the silence behind the door was louder than any argument we’d ever had.