I sat on the edge of the kitchen bench, chewing on a raspberry liquorice stick. My eyebrows were furrowed and I wanted to bite my fingernails—an annoying habit that was extremely hard to drop. My mind was running on the same loop that it had been for weeks. Is there something wrong with me? Does anyone else have this problem? Sean surely doesn’t. He seems to get along just fine when we are together. So why can’t I? It’s n...