Chapter 97

• WHAT HE MISSES
• He keeps staring for the lonest moment, as I have something on my face that he can’t wipe off. Or as if there is something he is searching in my eyes. He always searches them, and I doubt he has ever found whatever that he looks for in them. "No. You!"
• His response to my prior question resonates with a depth that pierces through me, his voice a rich tapestry of emotions—deep, gravelly, and filled with a languishing intensity that leaves me breathless.