I can tell that Sophia has not had an easy life, either. The way she behaves, the recklessness she displays—it all reminds me of myself. I don’t know what she’s been through, but I wish I could ask. I wish I could make it better.

Even if the Goddess chose us for each other, though, it appears that our paths were not meant to be one.

My heart is heavy as I watch her help the little boy sit on the park bench. She unwraps something that looks like a sandwich and hands it to him.

That must be ...