How the Light Gets In (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #9)

by Louise Penny

“Who hurt you once, / so far beyond repair / that you would greet each overture / with curling lip?”

Myrna laughed. “Sounds like being a therapist. People normally came into my office because something happened. Someone had died, or betrayed them. Their love wasn’t reciprocated. They’d lost a job. Gotten divorced. Something big. But the truth was, while that might’ve been the catalyst, the problem was almost always tiny and old and hidden.”

“Then shall forgiven and forgiving meet again / or will it be, as always was, / too late?”

“All shall be well.” “Julian of Norwich,”