Her knowledge of the world and its circumstances seemed to probe further into the future than his, as if she pieced together the components of the present with such speed that she could foretell the most obvious of outcomes. Her dependence on the world was so minuscule—even her love for Oren and his love for her—that whatever she saw was neither good nor bad, desired nor undesired, welcome nor unwelcome. She would not miss him when he was gone.
