“I thought that lamb was going to die,” Ully said, her voice thick with anguish.
“Oh, my darling. But look — she’s just fine.”
“But I thought she was going to die,” Ully insisted, trying to get Elsa to understand. And Elsa did understand. That things had turned out all right almost didn’t matter at all; if you got what you wanted, if you let yourself love something, all that meant was someday you would lose it. The threat of that loss loomed over you always.