We’d decided to return home so as not to make a scene. In the cab we cruised silently along The Brooklyn Bridge, once having paused in our fury, not knowing how to pick it back up. The close proximity of his body felt tight, like a belt from high school you can’t accept no longer fits. A force field of energy rose quickly from my feet straight up to my head and without warning, I found that I could no longer sit still. So I opened the taxi door and jumped and then I ran AND FELT LIKE I WAS IN A MOVIE.