Even if he wasn't here anymore in the future, his eyes could still be on her; whatever she saw from now on would have a share of him in it, as if they really were together.
Just thinking about that made him feel this was the only truly right decision he had ever made.
Aldana Candi would never know how much he loved her, would never know how much he had paid for her. She might hate him forever, or one day completely forget him. Her life was still long; the traces he left in it would, over the rest of her years, fade like a thin, faint shadow. But she would never know that there was something of his inside her body, something that would accompany her through all the years of his nonexistence.
What he owed her, he had paid back in full, whether love or hurt.
They were even now.
Angela Summer lightly patted the scarf she had just taken off Philip Shaw, lowering her eyes so he wouldn't see how red they were.
