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She smelled the way men carried sadness in their chests, always given to them by their fathers, or a girl who broke their heart.
“I think men are afraid of their fathers,” Lęina continued when Angelo didn’t answer. “Afraid. Or at odds. Sons used to replace their fathers. Now both live too long.”
“I think you are drawn to the familiar.” Angelo smiled. “As people, we all are. We go to what feels the same. Even if that feeling is pain.”
did you know you carried power in your wombs the power to break tombs a power they wished did not exist?
How could Lęina tell him that her heart belonged to her mother’s ghost?
My mother told me of a garden . . . she followed it to her grave.”

