Arsenic and Adobo (Tita Rosie's Kitchen Mystery, #1)

by Mia P. Manansala

There was no hierarchy to love.

“Just be glad we’re not dating. The level of scrutiny you’d be under has made tougher men than you crack under the pressure.” He was silent for a moment. “I bet I could handle it.”

“Eww, first of all, Romeo and Juliet are not relationship goals.

So I left him behind. Him and everyone else I cared about. Selfish? Maybe. But it got to the point where I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Where I started having panic attacks when I thought about my future here. Why was it selfish to try to save myself?