“So I’m one of many.” Amo looked as if I’d said something outrageous when I’d really just based my words on the facts that he’d given me. His fingers against my cheeks tightened. “Don’t you ever dare thinking this. You are everything.” “How can I be everything if you still need other women?” “I don’t.” I searched his eyes. “I can’t ask you to stop being with other women. It’s not my place. Because I can’t give you what you’d give up.” “You can ask anything of me, Greta, and I’d give it to you.”
