I watched the video again while the world came apart around me.
My knees had hit the filthy bar floor a second earlier, yet somehow my phone was still in my hand, its bright screen throwing cold light over my skin as if it meant to display my humiliation with better clarity.
The room around me had gone strange and distant. Voices existed only as shapes. Chairs scraped somewhere far away. A bottle tipped over on a nearby table and rolled in a wet half-circle, but all of it sounded muffled, pushed underwater by the rush of blood in my ears.
The only thing left in focus was the mirror in that hotel room.
I pressed replay.
White sheets. My bare shoulder. A man braced over me. His face turned away just long enough to preserve the lie. Then he lifted his head and the mirror caught him for o
