No Matter How Hard the Wind Blows, the Past Won't Return

I'm a blogger who talks relationship gossip under a pen name, and I got on a call with a young woman from the same city. She told me her boyfriend was a married man, and she hadn't known. The wind and waves were loud behind her, and she was falling apart. I kept my voice as gentle as I could and tried to talk her back from the edge, away from anything dangerous. But she was hopelessly in love with the man, ready to beg on her knees for that relationship, ready to plead for the other woman to step aside.