When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

he was quiet for a long moment.

Then he said, “Did the dog make it?”

“Yes,” I said, and my voice broke on the word.

“Good,” he said.

“That’s it?” I snapped, surprising myself. “That’s all you have to say?”

He exhaled, slow. “No. I have more. But you’re not going to like it.”

“Try me.”

“People want comfort,” he said. “Not competence. Comfort means someone continue reading …