I look at the clock. 11:47PM. Hindsight. It comes too late to do anything more than cause hurt. Unless you hit your target.

He texted me at 5PM saying he would have to stay late at work again after ignoring my message for hours asking if we were still on for dinner at Romano’s. It started months ago but just every few weeks. It wasn’t suspicious at first. Not until I saw the Instagram account. Th...