“But what if it can’t be fixed?” I ask before I even realize I’m going to speak. “Or if I can’t fix it without hurting even more people?” Sister Elba pauses to close the armonica case and then walks toward the steps, stopping a few short feet away from the bench where she will die. “People faced those kinds of decisions every day during the War and after. It’s a hard lesson in life, but you have to accept that some things are out of your hands. Otherwise, you’ll never know a single minute of peace. You mend what you can, and you let the rest go. You just let it go.”