That was what I had been looking for, the turn in the road. It wasn’t some clue or confession, threat by the police or flash of intuition about what exactly the crime or who the culprit was. It wasn’t even a revelation about my feelings for Aura. I already knew that I loved her. My problem was the crack that had been opened when she told me about Toller. The pain I felt there was what was throwing me off. It was a deep ache and it wasn’t going away, but that didn’t matter because now I knew what I was dealing with and I could negotiate a path toward my revival.
