Hearing those vague but potent words shaped a scene in my mind. Sickening. I saw you. I saw her body. Touching yours. You were touching her. The fears that I had been trying to strangle, Confirmed. I hate to cry over you. Feeling each tear dousing my hopes. Our fairy-tale love story melted at my feet. Every time I’ve let myself be that vulnerable I get hurt. I thought you were different. I wish I...