I did value Margaux, but only now did I understand something I had not before: Margaux was not like the stars in the sky. There was only one Margaux—not Margauxs scattered everywhere, all throughout the darkness. If there was only one of her, there was not going to be a second one. Yet in some strange way, somewhere inside me, I had always believed that if I lost Margaux, I could go out and find another Margaux.
