Chapter 18 – Old Secrets

• “Christian,” I murmur, leaning forward to peer into his face after we sit in silence for a too-long moment. “Do you…do you not have any hope in this world?”
• He scowls a little, turning away from me and looking out at the dark city through the wide expanse of windows. “I don’t even know what that means, Iris,” he murmurs.
• “It means…believing that there’s good out in the world. That things, no matter how bad they look right now, are going to turn out for the better.”