Without her. It was inconceivable. Gone. Without her. A death, but worse. When her father had died, of course she had been devastated, but despite her deep grief she’d had the knowledge that she would go on, that death, as difficult as it might be, was simply part of life. She’d lost one parent and survived. She knew that pain. She’d known she would survive her father’s death. This was far, far, worse. Death was final, and after a while, one could accept it. But this, this pain was laced with disbelief and horrible hope that somehow he’d come back. Realize he loved her. He hadn’t even said good-bye. Two days ago, her grandmother had given her the news, the older lady’s eyes watering slightly in sympathy. She’d held Genny as she’d sobbed against the duchess’s breast, for the first time acting the part of grandmother. As comforting as the embrace had been, Genny had been aware there was a brittleness to that embrace, as if her grandmother was so unused to affection, she instinctively held back.
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