A resposta direta envolve separar o joio do trigo. Aqui está o diagnóstico do cenário atual:
She pulled. Luke pulled back. For one terrible second, she saw herself torn in two.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "You tried to tell me."
Luke understood fire. He understood wanting something so badly you'd break it just to keep it.
Luke nodded. Then, that night, her phone pinged with a photo. The friend's profile picture had been screenshot, crossed out in red. Beneath it: "Not anymore."