“So, this question is more of a two-fer. Is there anyone special in your life? Someone who’s snagged your heart?—asking for a friend,” she’d clarified, flirtation leaking off the page currently tearing under my grip. “And why is creating a viable heart so important to you?” “There’s no one, at the moment. Metaphorically speaking, I lost my heart, and in many ways I’ve been dead without it. I don’t want that to be a literal reality for anyone, if I can help it.”
