The sight of Lila kissing Tahir was too much for me to process at first. I stood in the doorway with my eyes wide open, staring at them. Tahir’s hands were on the desk, as if he was leaning back against it when Lila moved in to kiss him. Her hands were on his chest. His chest.

I didn’t know how long I stood there, holding my breath and looking at them. It couldn’t have been more than a second or two, but it was long enough. I took a step back, then turned and hurried ...