Mark had always prided himself on being the picture of straight-laced normalcy. At 38, he was a mid-level accountant in a quiet suburb outside Chicago, with a neat lawn, a mortgage, and a wife named Sarah who'd once been his everything. They met in college, wild and inseparable, fucking on frat house floors and whispering promises under stadium lights. But fifteen years and a stalled career later, the spark had flickered...