She made her love into architecture, something that would stand after she was gone.

And because she did, a sick woman got well and a broken man got his life back, long after the woman who willed it was gone.

I try to remember that, now, when I love someone.

Feeling it is only the beginning.

The love that lasts is the love you take the trouble to build.

Chapter 23 — Worthless Paper

“And the box?” I asked, looking at the wrapped package on the table and the little brass key resting on Margaret’s folder.

It was Sarah who answered, and as she began to speak, her eyes filled.