“When you think of love, is it somewhere the colors are brighter and everything seems to glow?” Astrid said casually. “With no pain, like your heart is skipping and doing cartwheels?” Katrina looked down. “No, ma’am.” As if someone like her could have a life like that. “Good.” “M-Miss Astrid?” “Good. Because love is so much more than that, isn’t it?”
