Part I If I’m being honest, I ignored the warning signs. I mean, wouldn’t you? Sharon was perfect—or at least, she seemed perfect at the time. She’s beautiful in that classic way that makes people stop and stare. Smart, too. She’s got a dry sense of humor that could cut glass, and she knows exactly how to use it. We’ve been dating for eight months now. And yeah, maybe it was a little fast, but everything just clicked. From our first date, I knew I wanted her in my life. She felt like the total package—someone I could actually see myself building a future with. Looking back, there were little things I should’ve paid more attention to. It started on our fourth date. We were sitting on her couch, drinking wine, when she brought it up. “I should probably warn you about something,” she said, swirling her glass. I raised an eyebrow, already half in love with her. “Oh? What’s that?” “I’m not... the easiest person to sleep next to,” she said. I laughed, thinking she was making a joke. “Don’t worry, I’ve shared a bed with snorers before. I think I can handle it.” She shook her head, a ...