““She didn't understand how it worked. She didn't understand why people starved to death and children ended up in orphanages while barren women longed for babies. She didn't understand why a cigarette break could save one person's life while driving home to get your daughter's hair bow could snatch another's. She would never understand why those people. Why that train. Why her. But maybe she'd been asking the wrong question. Maybe comfort wasn't found in the why. Maybe comfort was to be found in the who. A God who wept.””
