It’s Your Loss, Ex, Your Uncle Is Mine
Maximo reached across the table, his large, warm hand covering mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of my knuckles.
"You were never weak, Bella," Maximo said, his voice deep, gravelly, and full of absolute conviction. "Even when you were trapped in that house, you were surviving. What you are doing now isn't just rebuilding a mill. You are reclaiming your life. And anyone who tries to stop you is going to get crushed."