A naked vulnerability I’ve never seen flashes across his face. It tears me up inside. I’m struck with the urge to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. To comfort him. To tell him that everything will be all right. But I don’t. As much as I long to, I can’t. This man has endangered the people I care about most, and that is one transgression I can’t forgive.

Fortifying everything inside me, I say, “You need to let me go.”

His body stays ...