A flicker of disappointment crossed Miles’s face, but he nodded silently and raised his hand to flag down a cab for me. When it pulled up, he even opened the door for me, stepping aside.

As the car drove off, I caught a glimpse of Miles’s car trailing behind—not too close, not too far, just enough to keep watch.

The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, smirking slightly. “Rough patch with your boyfriend, huh? He seems like a good one. You’re upset, don’t want ...