Another day, another fight. This time, over some harmless text about my lingerie. You probably didn’t mean anything by it, but I felt that flicker of doubt—that edge that said maybe you’d stopped seeing me the way you used to. So tonight, I’m flipping the switch. I’m done trying to prove myself through words. Tonight, I’m going to show you what you’ve got. What I am. You’re headed to a house party after your late shift. I...