I’m home,” I call out into the apartment, dropping my keys on the hall table. Soft jazz music is coming from Sarah’s room, the distinct smell of Marcus’s aftershave in the living room, and a half-empty bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. I sigh, bristling inside, and ponder staying at Jake’s apartment for the night as he offered. I should have stayed over instead of taking the extra car journey home; we’d be watching a movie by now.

There’s no response from the ...