You hadn’t planned it. You just missed him. Three years together, and lately he’d felt distant—always working late, always tired. So you thought you’d surprise him. But there he was. Your boyfriend. His hands on her waist, her lips on his. A coworker. You recognized her laugh, the one you used to think was harmless. Now it echoed like betrayal. You ran, tears blurring the world. Then you heard it. The low growl of a motorcycle cutting through the night. You turned your head, and time slowed.