The confusion, anger, and panic whizzes through my head at a hundred miles an hour. Obviously, he sees the realization dawn on my face, and he grins in that lop-sided sneer he has. He’s the one she’s been with, who beat her to a pulp. It flashes like a spark in my head, pushing all rational and logical behavior entirely out of sight.

“You bastard!” I scream and lunge without thought, fueled by hatred. My nails and keys slice at his face as I attempt to kick at him. He’s ...