But that was nothing compared to this moment. The moment when I stood there, watching her walk up the steps to the Towers, knowing that nothing I could say or do would stop her. And could I blame her? There was still so much I couldn’t tell her. And it was almost poetic: the very thing that had made me let her in that night, nearly six months ago—that determination, that powerful tenacity that made me believe in someone for the first time in so long—would be the thing to wrench her away.
her determinationnnnn
