Aurelia and I never spoke of that night again. I woke up alone on Marco’s couch, the pillow still warm and her scent faint on the fabric. I figured that was it. That I’d never see her again. But a few hours later, she showed up at my new place, hair tidy, blouse buttoned, glasses on. Back to her neat, picture-perfect girlfriend impression. She had the check for the deposit. And when the landlady insisted, she even agreed...