I have a man look at me the way Caleb looked at you in the kitchen this morning. But,” she warned, “Caleb’s different. You have to be careful with that one, Mira. I love my brother, but he isn’t like other people. He doesn’t need companionship like the rest of us. He is a good man and a hard worker, but I haven’t actually seen him really let anyone in. Ever.” He didn’t sound so different to me. He sounded like me. I understood the loneliness that came along with pushing others away.
