Apr 23, 2023
The image of Cordelia and Matthew in their embrace came back to him. It had wrenched at him with an awful sort of shock to see them like that. He did not know what he had been expecting, and some part of him had felt a blind sort of happiness in seeing them—he had missed them both badly—quickly swamped by a deep and terrible jealousy. […]
But there was something more to the memory. It hurt to call it back up, like slicing one‘s own skin with a razor. But he did it, and in the memory he saw past his anger, his misery, and he saw how happy they had looked—happier than he had seen either of them in a long time.
