But no, what interested him, psychologically speaking, was the sense of continuity itself, the mind’s insistence that this was the same Regan he’d known when he was eight; had anything befallen her, the Regan he lost would have been the one who’d perched on the black rocks of the park back then, with all her futures inside.
But no, what interested him, psychologically speaking, was the sense of continuity itself, the mind’s insistence that this was the same Regan he’d known when he was eight; had anything befallen her, the Regan he lost would have been the one who’d perched on the black rocks of the park back then, with all her futures inside.
