He shoved his pregnant wife onto a pitch-dark roadside, convinced it would preserve his car’s “good luck.” But the moment she walked away and never looked back, he finally discovered what true misfortune really means.

That night, I didn’t sleep in our bed. I sat on the beige sofa in the living room, the darkness of the apartment mirroring the blackout in my heart. Daniel had gone to sleep without a second word, as if leaving me on a roadside was as trivial as forgetting to buy milk.