

After months of silence, here she stands on my front porch, waiting to be let in again. But it's the same play every time, and I know how this ends - I give her all I have and she carries it with her on the way back to him. I should turn her away, but I won't. Couldn't do it...

After months of silence, here she stands on my front porch, waiting to be let in again. But it's the same play every time, and I know how this ends - I give her all I have and she carries it with her on the way back to him. I should turn her away, but I won't...

After months of silence, here she stands on my front porch, waiting to be let in again. But it's the same play every time, and I know how this ends--I give her all I have and she carries it with her on the way back to him. I should turn her away, but I won't. Couldn't do it if...