‘Changing the subject, Bea?’
‘I know you don’t like Dante.’
‘I think Dante is perfectly charming,’ Maya inserted, her lips curving into a wry smile, before adding, ‘But I don’t, I can’t, like anyone who makes you unhappy.’
‘I’m not unhappy.’
It was an obvious struggle for Maya not to challenge this statement, but lip-biting won out.
‘And Dante is gone. He’s never coming back.’
This time the crying went on a long time.