That was Farah’s real gift, and Solene’s: they had taught me, in the space of a night and a morning, to stop grieving like a wife and start counting like an auditor.

The tears were real and I would cry them later.

But you do not win the thing that’s happening to you by feeling it harder.

You win it by reading the statements.

Chapter 13 — Forty Times

The building’s digital logs recorded more than forty separate entries.