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Оглавление“You’re a compassionate man.”
“It’s not compassion, it’s faith.”
She pushed at her salad with the tines of her fork.
“I had that once. That connection that let me see things, understand things like this. But it’s gone now.”
Now there was anger and outrage and confusion and emptiness. So much emptiness.
“It’s not gone. Faith is a choice you make.” Paul signaled the waitress for more tea.
A choice she didn’t dare make.
She didn’t dare try to fill the empty places. It hurt too much to fill them and watch them empty and disappear. People, possessions, emotions—no matter how much you tried to protect them and yourself, you couldn’t do it.
You couldn’t, and then you had to suffer the loss and failure. She’d suffered enough of both. She had nothing more to give or to lose.
