The next day, I found myself sitting in my favorite Mexican restaurant, munching on chips and salsa and waiting for Dex to arrive. He hadn't sounded surprised when I called and asked him if we could talk. I owed him a meal anyway, so he’d suggested we meet at the restaurant at the end of his shift. I don’t think I’d ever been so nervous about talking to Dex. Then again, I’d never had to make such a big decision before.

I wanted to go with Tahir. I didn’t want to ...