Theodore's hand - the one not gripping his walking stick - moved unconsciously to the breast pocket of his robes where he carried his mother's tarot cards. Was that her missing piece? What was Rowan really trying to tell him? Did she somehow know? That seemed impossible - Theodore was convinced that only himself and his father knew how she'd died. "A missing piece. Something that would make their death whole? Closure, completeness. Vengeance for their deaths?" It seemed very, very clear all of a sudden. But he didn't know that his mother even languished in this way. Maybe she was perfectly content in whatever lay beyond death.