When Lyle told Dayanara that he needed her, my heart broke. I tried to read Dayanara to see what she was thinking. Lyle’s body was so close to hers that I couldn’t see her that much. Then she suddenly shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move.

“You’re suffocating me,” her voice was thin, almost childlike.

He eased back half a step, hands raised in surrender. “I’m sorry. I just—Dayanara, please. Give me a chance. One fucking chance.”

She was silent for a long moment and I ...