Ansella paused, remembering their early marriage. She had loved him, though she thought she'd schooled herself out of it by now. She wondered if he'd loved her then or simply wanted her. He couldn't possibly love her now, not after so many years apart. "I'm surprised you're nostalgic for that time. I know I'm not."
"You never think back on our early days?"
"Not in the way you seem to." She moved away from him onto her back to stare up at the canopy again.
Harsin twisted onto his side and propped his head on his hand. "What do you think of?"