“Sophs, please. Just meet me, and let us talk about this. Don’t do this to me.” Please don’t do this to us. We need each other. I know I can talk her around if I see her again, face to face. I want to see her. It feels like years since I got to be near her, and more than anything, I want the contact. We have years of friendship and co-dependency; we can’t let that go.

“I’ve made up my mind. Now respect my decision to be a grown-up about this. Don’t call me anymore, ...