““Wherever in the world Will was, she would always love him—would always be connected to him by a cord of affection so sensitive that it could tip easily into pain. But that’s what love was: the courage to endure having a piece of your heart walking around outside your own body, exposed to the vagaries of fate and the world’s incipient cruelties. Love was having the ability to comprehend that risk, but the faith to embrace it anyway. Rhys had that courage, and she now recognized its spark in herself as well. Rhys.””
