[…]
“Mara’s drunken heart was still there, suspended in the unknown, beside a stranger she had met only a handful of times. And yet, the first time she saw his face, something inside her broke open. She tore her heart from her chest and laid it bare before him, weeping out all the pain she had carried, the pain she had buried so deeply, she hadn’t even known it was there.
It was him. Even after a year of silence, a year without a word or a trace of him, for Mara, there had only ever been him.”
