Time's River Flows to Sea, We Finally Part

When several men pinned me down deep in the alley, my fiancée and my childhood friend were sitting at the mouth of it, eating ice cream. Fists came down on my ribs, again and again. I fought with everything I had, my fingers clawing bloody streaks down the wall, screaming Daniela's name over and over. But she never moved. She only lowered her head, scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, and unhurriedly held it out to Matthew.