RUBY

I don't understand Luther. That's all I can say about him. Everyone was against our relationship, and he decided to leave me. Isn't that the point? I don't say anything meaningful to him anymore.

After lunch at a restaurant not far from my office, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong. I quickened my pace and turned a corner. The people behind me rushed after me, and I turned to run into them.

“Who are you? Why are you following me?” I raised my voice, so that they would be ...