I pushed through the crowd, slowly making my way toward the route she had taken. As I reached the exit, I heard someone call my name and had to stop for a moment. When I turned around, I saw the figure who had invited me, and behind him was the lady we had just been with before she left.

“Where are you going?” he asked, extending his hands in greeting. I shook his hand, feeling embarrassed that he had to see me like this. I was supposed to go look for him, not have him come to me with the ...