As the Uber driver drove me away from the hospital, Max's words repeated again and again in my head. “Are you in a rush to break things off with me so you can be free to have a new boyfriend?”

I frowned at that question, shaking my head as if he could see me now disapprovingly. My phone buzzed, and I checked to see if it was my boss, but it was Max again, apologizing for how he spoke to me and asking me if we could still be friends after the official breakup.

Would ...