Tony and I were both naked. Wrapping him in my arms now, I spooned him with my breasts pressed against his back. My touch stirred him awake. He stretched languorously but didn’t turn over.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, yawning.

I had missed that daily greeting. As I nuzzled his neck and wriggled against him, I realized it had also been my first full night sober in months. This moment suddenly felt like a turning point for me, like in a romantic flick when everything begins to flow back to where it’s supposed to be for the happily ever after.

I fondled him and he stirred to life. “Want to go for a morning ride?”

He chuckled throatily and turned over. “You better know it—Liliana! What the fuck?” His back stiffened as realization settled in, then he jumped out of bed and pulled the corner of the sheet, wrapping it around his waist.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, all innocence.

“What’s wrong? Did we . . . what happened last night, Liliana?” His wild eyes roved around the room, as if he’d forgotten why he came here.

“We made love. Then did it again. And again. You told me you wanted to give us another try.”

Okay, so he was stoned when he said it, but it was still true.

“Oh no. Oh no no no.” Tony rummaged along the floor for his clothes, growing more frantic by the second.

“Calm down, Tony. You’re freaking out. Take a breath.”

“Calm down? I just cheated on the woman I want to marry! What did we drink last night? Did you—you drugged me, didn’t you?” He was throwing words now, and the blue vein on his forehead throbbed. “Damn it, Liliana!” He slammed his fist on my bedside table, rattling the lamp and alarm clock.

I slunk out of bed and threw on a robe. “You’re scaring me. Can you please slow down and relax?”

“Relax? How do you expect me to relax when I have to go home and tell my fiancée what I’ve done?”

“Then don’t go home. Stay.”

“Stay? You slammed that door shut when you chose drugs over me.”

“Oh, don’t pin our breakup on me. You chose to leave me. You knew I was struggling and you couldn’t hold my hand through it. That is on you.”

“What did you expect from me? You were constantly popping pills, always a mess . . . I couldn’t live with you anymore.”

“But that’s what you vowed to do when you married me—for better, for worse, and all that shit. I needed you, and you walked out on me at my lowest point like our marriage certificate wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. How could you do that when I gave you every part of me?”