He wasn’t good enough. That’s what she said with her eyes, the turn of her shoulders, the set of her mouth. But he was there for her when she broke her foot, when she needed groceries, and when she needed to put out the trash in the dark. He returned from the darkness to find the light still on in her kitchen, so he entered without knocking and forced her against the fridge. He didn’t wait for a glance, or a nod, but he took what he wanted how he wanted it. Then, she wasn’t good enough for him anymore.