The words dissolved and were lost, like figures seen through a rain-washed window. To find happiness so easily. Sophie had not only found happiness, but radiated it. And now, there was nothing left. The book slipped from her fingers. She lay down, burying her streaming face in Sophie’s pillow, the linen cool as her mother’s skin, and smelling sweetly of her scent, as though she had, just a moment before, gone from the room.
