He laughed, thinking it was something romantic.
I drove him across town without saying a word.
When we arrived, I helped him out of the car and led him inside.
Then I removed the blindfold.
We were standing in his sister’s living room.
Both our families were there. Close friends. People who knew us.
He looked around, confused.
“What is this?” he asked.
“I’m worried about you, Sam,” I said calmly.
Then I turned on the TV.
The room went silent.
There was his post.
The photos.
The words he had used to humiliate me.
But this time, it wasn’t strangers watching.
It was the people who mattered.
