History is personal, Gwen understands that now. All you are seeing is what's before you, the rest is guesswork.

“She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future.”

“One morning when the air was misleading and mild with hope....”

“Everything was red, the air, the sun, whatever I looked at. Except for him. I f…”

“He started to look at me in a manner I recognized: it was the way I looked at a…”