As she finished blubbering, I rubbed her back, and she collapsed onto my lap. I was still in shock. Heather had never been one for knocking on my door at half eleven at night. Normally she was pretty hard: she had met Jake at her army group for God’s sake!

Her appearance was the most shocking. The usually smooth ponytail in her hair had fallen out and was sticking out in a ruffled mess that hung over her disheveled face, that had once been a mask of seriousness.

I pulled her hair from her face and tried to reassure her.

“Sweetie, you have to forget him now. If he did this to you, how can he be worth crying over?”

Suddenly she sat straight up and looked at me dead in the face. The change that had occurred in a few seconds was startling. She took my hands and her eyes widened like a Born Again Christian preaching God. And as if she was trying to convert me, I didn’t want to hear what she told me.

“But doesn’t the fact that I am waiting for him mean he must be worth it?”