“El, please don’t walk away,” he called after me. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” I turned to face him, not bothering to wipe away the fat tears that streaked down my face. “I know, Cal, and I don’t want to hurt you either . . . but no matter who wins here, someone is getting hurt. Neither of us can get what we want without hurting the other. How is that fair?”
