Lucy fell silent.
All memories hurt, hurt real bad. Yes, Anna's better off dead, not accumulating any more horrible memories. Lucy's memories mirrored what O'Donohue said of Anna. It would have been easier on me if I'd been released earlier, she thought, if someone had the courage to release me.
And here, these men have to be released too, whatever their lives are like, however good or bad or -
Lucy shook herself. All this conjecture was pointless. Outside, the wind howled just as strongly but the rain had eased. The storm was ending.
It was time to end matters here.