“There’s no scoreboard with us.” At the moment, I see her at her core and know she has a kind heart. If she continues to touch me, I won’t be able to concentrate, so I slide my hand from under hers. “It’s lonely being me. I don’t expect you to understand.” “Loneliness doesn’t care who you are,” she says, her voice calm. “I laughed because I was shocked. I’m sure a man like you can befriend anyone in Cozy Hollow, but you chose me. I don’t get why. I make shitty coffee and break into people’s homes.”
