“Call me the voice of experience.”
“The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.”
“Bella?" a different voice called from the distance.No! Please let me be imagining that horribly familiar voice.”
“Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me”
“And then you show up with the voice from my nightmare, and you call me an asshole.”
“All around me, grown-up voices called out, "Amen!" as if the word was a hall pass into Heaven.”