“I'd wanted to understand how my father came to fall, but I don't think it matters anymore. Or that it matters beyond the more important truth: that my father is gone, released from himself - and that we, Key and I, are free. I feel strange. I feel something I may not have felt in a long time, if ever. It feels warm. It feels easy. It feels like control. Light streams through the windows. My father's ghosts have disappeared. And I'm breathing, steadily, slowly. I'm at peace. That's what this is. It's peace.”
Book:Island