I realized at that moment that despite what I’d promised, what I fully intended to do, that I could never take Peter back. The way she looked at him, I saw in her what I feared most in myself when I saw him… I couldn’t lose him again. It was the first hole, Olivia. The first breach. The first crack in a pattern of cracks, spaces between the worlds. And it’s my fault. You can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a child.