Without any adversity in your life, perhaps you wouldn’t have become the woman with whom I fell in love.” Silence settled between them. She listened to the wind, the rain. She listened to her heartbeat. At last she said, “I don’t love you.” “I understand.” “Seems like I should—a little.” “You don’t even really know me yet.” “Maybe I can never love you.” “I know.” “In spite of all you’ve done for me.” “I know. But if we live through this ... well, there’s always time.” “Yes,” she said, “I suppose there’s always time.”