I saw the way this was heading, because, as Grier might say "Not blind." But the pace was necessary. Because after a lifetime of love and dreams, her vision was cloudy enough for her to be blindsided. I cried with her, which is pretty rare for me. But I loved and hoped and shipped right along with her. Suffice it to say, the object of the tears was between a rock and a hardplace. But if he were made of sterner stuff, well, I wouldn't be crying again now. Looking forward to new hopes and a better shipping in the next book. But I will grieve with Grier for a while.