It’s 2:43 a.m. as I type this. Bleary-eyed and gut-clenched. The memory of this time seven years ago keeps me awake.
At this time seven years ago, my friend Sarah had been to a bar with her husband. Joe was bartending that night. Joe told me that Sarah’s husband didn’t like him. Joe adored Sarah but ever since she’d married this guy, he was not able to joke with her as he used to. This guy that Sarah married developed a dark…
