“And it was then, looking down at the town, that William truly understood that he would never hear a new story, a new secret, from Abigail. He’d known the physical reality of that, of course. But this was a different understanding, more complicated and subtle. More literary, Abigail said in his head. Which only proved the point – that Abigail’s words now could only ever be things she had said, not things a future Abigail, altered by events that had not yet happened, would say.”
Book:No Two Persons