It’s been almost three days since I saw Callahan. There have been no middle-of-the night visits. Why does that only make me more angry? It’s stupid. I hate him; he's rude and bossy. Still, it’s been messing with my head. I think I miss the man I met that first night. It’s as if there are two different men inside of him.

I know this world. I understand the roles that all the men play in it. I witnessed my own father bringing women home under my mother's roof. I think I was holding on to some form of hope that I could salvage something with Callahan. Even when he’s...