I think we’re always looking for new pieces,” Viola says quietly. <br /><br /><i>What?</i><br /><br />She continues, “I was looking for Lawrence, then for something to replace Lawrence, then for Aaron… maybe that’s the real truth about being broken. We’re always whole, we’re just looking to add on to ourselves, to be more whole. And then when a piece leaves, it’s broken away. But we aren’t left any less whole than we were to begin with…”<br /><br />“But feeling broken—” I begin, the words tight in my throat. I’m grateful that Viola cuts me off. <br /><br />“Is horrible. Painful,” she finishes. “But then, when you aren’t expecting it, new pieces appear and suddenly…they’re attached.” Her eyes rise to meet mine. “And you end up more whole than you were before.