“Calvin Fitzgerald?” I yell, wiping my tears before they escape. He stops, but he doesn’t turn. “If you were normal and didn’t have an awful past, do you think you could love me?” My fierce heart always trumps my controlled thoughts. I’m not sure he heard me. But then he continues toward the exit. “Jaymes, if I were normal, I’d love you enough. The problem is, I’m not normal, so I’d love you too much.”
