The ceiling was curved, giving the space a cave-like feel, and it was either very large, very small, or sort of normal-sized.
I do not know what happened with your parents or why they did what they did. But in all the world, I could have wished for no daughter but you.
Time, Kate was learning, was like a river. You might put up obstacles, even divert it briefly, but the river had a will of it's own. It wanted to flow a certain way. You had to force it to change. You had to be willing to sacrifice.
But I guess everything in life is a bit disappointing, isn't it?