Lia began to massage his hand again, trying to release the tension that he carried where his heart line met the life line. "There isn't a single answer I can give you," she said, chewing slightly on the inside of her lower lip. She stroked long across his palm and then kneaded in the fleshy web between his thumb and index finger. "The first thing, though, is to know that Fred wanting you to 'go on' doesn't mean that he would need you to be the same. And he doesn't need you to do the work of two people. You just said it yourself: he would want you to go on. Just like you would want the same for him."