“It was dark. With her eyes closed and the crying surrounding her and with this gaping hole inside. It was so dark. It had always been dark, but she’d never known it fully. Because she’d never seen that light shining just out of reach. Now she did. She saw it. It was partly Peter, with all his goodness. His nobility and his quiet strength and his silly quirks and his utter niceness. It was partly Peter, shining there. But it was mostly what shone through him.”
