Lost Girl

Her innocence, compared to what he had done that very morning, made him feel desolate.

He’d realized he was abducting his own child from what she knew as home, two years after she had been taken from him.

‘L’Homme devant la mort

Do we not forsake ourselves for the ones we love but have lost?

‘But are lovers to be denied revenge?

He guessed she’d been near-trembling with excitement at the prospect of facing him to tell him that she had won, that he had been wrong, and that she was better; it was all that really mattered to her.

And in his memory he watched her scurry away, a thin figure in pink, with messy hair, fleeing her own father, who had walked through a hell vile and absolute for two years that had felt like a century to save her

He wondered why men were so poorly built to withstand suffering when its possibility had always been so assured.

But thinking of what was done back then will not help you with what must be done now.

she’d decided to steal a former lover’s only child