I lay there for a while, staring up at the ceiling. I was a bit high on oxytocin, sure. And my body ached like crazy. I glanced at my phone and saw five voicemails from Kelly, plus a ton of texts. I didn't bother to look any further. My world had been so perfect that morning and now here it was, shattered. But all I could do was feel depressed that it wasn't more thoroughly cracked.

Eventually, I looked at the time. It was 4pm, far too late for classes that day. In fact, it was so late, I had to worry about getting out of the house before my...