Nora had been standing back, watching, listening, without saying a word. Suddenly, she spoke.
“I understand,” she said. “I know how difficult that decision must have been. For what it’s worth, I think you did the right thing.”
As she spoke, Pendergast’s eyes remained on the ground. Then, slowly, his gaze rose to meet her own. Perhaps it was her imagination, but the anguish in his face seemed to lessen almost imperceptibly at her words.
“Thank you, Nora,” he said quietly.