“I started to see this common thread with callers. How love could make them miserable. How it could tear them to absolute pieces. And once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. I think I started waiting for it. Bracing myself for it. It felt easier that way.” “Why?” Lucie asks again, her body curving closer into mine. “Because I saw it with my life too. With my…with my dad. My mom got sick,”
