Cecilia can see, now, that she was right. "I never used to, I don't think," she says, quietly, "but things do change. You're not the first one I've seen who gets that look when it comes up."
She takes another sip of wine, heads right into the opening, "I told Nathan, as much, when he pressed me. Not that who we were is done, because it so clearly is not finished. But that this time is different. Still, for all our talk of never making the same mistake twice, I find those connections, for good or ill, don't seem to be as changeable as we might hope."