Brina

“Who… who…?” he stuttered, another sign of how furious he was. Ivan never stuttered. Never faltered. And even his neck was going red. He gave the papers another shake. “Who did this?” I swallowed. “Who sent this shit to you?”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“Something warm touched my mouth later, and I’d swear I heard, “Drink it, baby,” whispered to me. And I drank it all. Whatever the hell it was.”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love

“I know the difference between alone and lonely,”
― Richard Osman, The Thursday Murder Club

“You're enough. You will always be enough. Hear me?”
― Mariana Zapata, From Lukov with Love