Rosalind had realized she did not belong in our world, Genevieve told me.

She had begged us, specifically, not to track her down.

Let her walk away with her dignity, Christopher.

I had wanted to believe it, God help me, because the only alternative I could imagine — that the woman I loved had abandoned me without a word — hurt so much worse.

So I believed the comforting lie.

I stopped searching.