Without waiting for her response, he turned, walking a few paces away again, moving further into the Changing Room. Removing the protection from his other arm. Fighting the trembling in his hands. Cursing himself for being shaking. He needed her to leave. He needed to be left alone so he could bang his head against the lockers. So he could think calmly. So he could try to figure out why he’d done everything he’d done in the last twenty-four hours.