ADRIAN

  I arrived in New York three hours after talking my woman out of running. And my guess—that she was trying to run—was fucking right.

  She wasn’t a hard one to talk to. She promised she wouldn’t try anything funny and that we’d talk once I returned. I knew what that talk would be about: the way forward in our relationship. What comes next?

  If I’m being honest, I already knew. I planned to propose to her again—this time not fake, not ...