"Are you sure, alone?" she asked, lifting her head at last at that. She knew what lay in Marseille for him, and while she wouldn't intrude she would worry. It was what she did when any of them went off alone. Andy wouldn't question his desire to go, merely to do it by himself.

But as sudden as Booker saying he wanted to leave felt, they'd all known this sort of idyllic break wouldn't last forever. The world outside turned, wars were fought, politics changed, people died. She knew that better than anyone.