The Night I Broke His Cue
Language: en
Adam proposed to me in a dimly lit pool hall. He was leaning over the green felt, cue stick in hand, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. "I’ll marry you, Valerie. But I have one condition." "Once we're married, never interfere with my playing." At the time, I was so dizzy with the joy of our long-term relationship finally crossing the finish line that I agreed without a second thought. I thought it was just a quirk of his genius. But on the eve of our engagement, he didn't come home. I ran through the pouring rain, checking every dingy pool hall in Boston, my lungs burning with every…