It’s why she had fallen so hard for David; his sense of humor, his tenderness, his ability to read her moods even though he was hundreds of miles away, hidden behind the digital veil of a cell phone screen. It’s why it had hurt like hell when he had stopped talking to her, as though Lark’s telling of Leo’s emotional nosedive had been too much for David to handle. Baggage, he had probably thought. But that was Lark’s Achilles heel. She told people too much. Trusted too quickly. Loved too hard.

