“Yes, sweetheart, I know we need more,” she’d said, her voice trembling.

“Just hang on a little longer.

I’m doing everything I can.

It’s going to get better soon.

I promise.”

Corwin had walked away from that half-heard conversation certain it confirmed everything, and it is worth seeing how completely he misread it, because the misreading is the whole story in miniature. I know we need more.