Dante’s jaw tightened. “That’s poetry. I need a solution.”
“I don’t know how to be different,” he said, and for the first time, his voice was small. La Cabala
“She didn’t leave you because she stopped loving you,” Lola said softly. “She left because you are a man who collects love like a miser collects coins. You count it. You weigh it. You never spend it.” Dante’s jaw tightened