She simply did not know it yet.

And watching her perform her certainty, so sure of a victory that had already quietly slipped out of her hands, I felt the first faint stirring of the calm that would carry me through all the years of guarding what Arthur left me.

The loud and the certain are not always the strong.

Sometimes the strongest thing in the room is the quiet document that has not yet been opened.

Arthur did not even rise from his chair.