When we pulled apart, Ruth was smiling and my heart felt lighter. For her. My problems could wait. She deserved to be loved but she needed to be willing to accept that love.

“You should find Walter and I should head back to my room,” I replied gently. I was not done with my sulking. Now that I had helped Ruth to see sense, I was also forced to face the reality of my own situation. Unlike with Ruth, there was not solution for me.

She placed her hand on my ...