Jane

Encountering someone who recognized me in the dimly lit club had been an unexpected and unsettling turn of events.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name called out by the stranger. I didn’t recognize the guy, but he seemed to know who I was.

Perhaps he had been present at that devastating celebration party, where I had faced the most humiliating rejection of my life.

“Oh yes, I’m Jane. And who might you be?” I asked the stranger, my voice dripping with suspicion and barely ...