DEMETRIA

“Marion!... Marion! Please stop, you’ll hurt him!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I tried to pull him off Patrick, the pediatrician I found on the dating app. We had been texting for over a month, flirting harmlessly and trading work stories; Friday was supposed to be our first real date. But when Patrick asked to stop by earlier, he’d seemed so decent, so safe, that I didn’t see the harm in letting him into my apartment for a little while. Just a glass of wine. Just some ...