Emily jumped to her feet and dashed for the front door. I thought I heard a muffled sob as she ripped the door open and darted out into the night. The screen door slammed shut behind her, and I was suddenly left feeling like I'd been given a back massage by a herd of cattle in a pasture full of shit.

"Fuck me," I whispered to myself, then shut the TV off and headed for bed.

I must have been lying in bed for nearly an hour before I heard the front door open again. I started to wonder if maybe Emily had come back to yell at me for...