Almost home. We made one last stop a few hours outside the city because I knew she had to be beat, though she wasn’t complaining. She was still on a high from the concert and having her friend on the last leg of the trip, which was good because my mind was still a bit preoccupied with everything that was going on.

It was only when we were in the hotel room at the end of the night that I noticed she was being a bit skittish. It was such a drastic change from earlier in ...