It’s as though nothing has happened, and my world isn’t wholly jumbled up into an unsure future. No sign of emotional fallout and devastating tears from confessions.

So much rests on whatever decision I make. Life will never be the same, no matter which path I follow.

With him, I may either be blissfully content for the rest of my days or end up with a second attempt at a bullet to the head. Without him, I may still have a future in this club, although I don’t see how as he ...