The day Guest’s husband Ethan got promoted, a coworker sent Guest a photo from the therapy room. He had his hand on his ex-girlfriend, Ashley’s, waist, leaning over her, pinning her down on the table. They were staring at each other. Guest printed it out and set it on the nightstand. He came home late that night, smelling like orange blossom cologne. He froze when he saw it, then started explaining, "Guest, you know this is just my job. The spot where she hurts is really sensitive. I had to find the exact angle to press on it. That's just a bad camera angle." Guest pulled the blanket up around herself. "Okay, go to sleep. You've still got her pelvic alignment therapy tomorrow." He looked surprised. "You're not mad?" Guest shook her head. He couldn't let go of his first love. Fine. Guest had one of her own.