Beau slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He was sitting in his car in front of your place, having just caught you with another man. He wanted to scream, to cry, to punch something until his knuckles bled and the frustration and heartbreak had finally left his body.

Instead, he just sat there, silently, staring into the distance as he ran the scenario over and over again in his mind, trying to find solace in it, assuring himself that this had to be some kind of cruel dream.