I was late again. It was the third time this month and my boss was pissed last time. I pressed through the rotating doors in the high-rise office building, cursing under my breath at the throng of humans in front of me waiting in the lobby. One of the damn elevators was still out, creating a backup of office workers to the front doors. “Excuse me,” I said, pressing past the line in front of the lobby coffee stand and garn...

The Ramones were blasting in my earbuds, and I was feeling hopeful about my chances of making up with Mindy. I’d fucked up. Again. My only hope was that she would forgive me. I needed another chance. Our wedding was in two months, and I’d been caught making out with my high school boyfriend on Saturday night. Sure, we’d all had too much to drink, but Mindy wanted to know she could trust me, and she was getting tired of pe...