My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me.

“There was something strange about her becoming 20. I felt as if the only thing …”

“Ya ves, continuamos viviendo, cada uno a su manera [...]. Por profunda y fatal …”

“There's nothing at all in here," she said much later, her voice hoarse. "I'm cl…”

“A hotel is serious business.”