She felt each heartbeat in every cell of her body, and knew it. Her desire was not simple, but multilayered as the nacre on a pearl. So many she loved as herself were taken. Part of her went with each of them. Could she pretend? Not long enough. Slow dirges and lamentations turned inside out to songs of joy and rebirth she couldn’t quite understand. There was a man. She loved him. What more do you need to know?