Did he have an anger problem? I hadn’t seen a glimmer of anger in the time we’d spent talking or chatting online—he seemed so easy going. My brother found no trace of it in his phone calls, and everyone said he was a nice guy. That night could’ve been a single event caused by drinking too much.

I had no right to judge anyone on his or her life experiences. Life is a series of events that help us become who we were meant to be.

“Are we still going to meet?” he said in a sad voice.

My heart pounded, I responded quickly, “Yes.” I sealed my fate. I needed passion, and he might just be the cure.

My Melted Heart