I ran into my ex-wife during a business trip… but the red mark on my hotel sheets the next morning made my blood run cold. A month later, I uncovered a truth that changed everything.
The place was dim without being gloomy, the kind of bar designed to make strangers feel reflective. There was low jazz in the background, amber lights over polished wood, and the soft clink of glasses from couples speaking in voices too private to interrupt.
I had just taken my first sip of bourbon when I saw her.
