“What is the worst feeling in the world?”, I asked Essa last Sunday when she dropped by the pad after a week long vacation from the toxic city life. “Guilt and helplessness”, she replied. I pondered a little and considered her answer, then she flipped the question back to me. “Betrayal”, I said without hesitation as I looked away. “Is that why you haven’t been eating and sleeping for the past days?”. I stared blankly and stayed silent.