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May 13 - May 16, 2018
Bad news comes like rain and good news like lightning, barely seen before a crash.”
Later Matthew would look back and remember it as his last happy day.
She was always his anchor in cold seas, her warm hand, her steadfast eyes, and it was as if a flame leaped between them and a mad hope. For a moment Jem was as he had been. It seemed possible to be together in sorrow, united as family and friends were, to sleep under the Institute roof and go down in the morning to breakfast, sad but safe in the warmth of a shared hearth and human hearts. He thought: Yes, ask me to stay. Good-bye, Tessa, he said.