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There had been a bond, real, tangible, not just something that existed in her adolescent imagination.
The house she had lived in, the man she loved, both still in the world but beyond her grasp.
Carol saw the man she loved. Joan saw a man who had managed to control her for far too long, and Moira still wasn’t clear who she was looking at.
How much would you have to hate someone to see this as their happy ending?
Who was Declan? What sort of man had he been?
Sometimes knowing where or when things went wrong didn’t mean you could fix them. It just meant you could beat yourself up over them more effectively.
