Eventually, I understood it differently.
The trap had already been built by people who believed love, grief, and marriage could be converted into signatures.
That night was simply when they closed the door and discovered I was not alone inside it.
I finished the class after sunset.
The students left laughing, and the gym slowly went quiet.
Before turning off the lights, I struck the heavy bag once.
It swung away and returned.
This time, I did not brace for impact.
I caught it calmly with both hands and held it still.
