“I love your daughter. She’s the love of my life. So please, I can’t do this right now. I need to know that she’s okay. Then you can tell me what an awful choice I am for her. I’ll never be good enough for her, but I love her anyway. And—” The words catch in my throat, and tears spring to my eyes. “And I can’t lose her.” When the weight of those words hit me, I double over again, hands on my knees, and give into the sobs that rack my body.
