Andy smiled slowly, but genuinely happy, relieved that Booker was growing back into the fold and was able to talk to Nile. "I think they'll help each other," Andy murmured. "There's no way we can understand losing a child, let alone three." And though Andy certainly understood losing Quynh, it wasn't the same.

That hadn't been expected for years, weighing on her like Booker's wife's mortality had. "They're already getting on like a house on fire now that she's found his old music."