Los Cinco Lenguajes Del Amor Access

“Mija,” her mother said. “Does Marco love you?”

Elena felt invisible. Every night, Marco came home from his construction job, collapsed on the couch, and scrolled through his phone. She would tell him about her day at the bank—about Mrs. Alvarez’s fraudulent check or the new software that kept crashing—and he would nod, grunt, and say, “That’s rough, babe.” Los cinco lenguajes del amor

“Yes, but—”