“Hope.” The word lingered on her tongue, soft as a lover’s name. “I never understood that a person can endure anything, any tragedy or hardship, as long as she has hope. It’s the single most powerful force in the universe. More powerful, even, than love.”
“Hope,” repeated Jacqueline warily.
“It’s what differentiates us from all the other creatures of the Earth. Most people might point to love, but even insects love their offspring. It’s coded into the DNA of every living being to love, to protect those closest by blood or bond. It’s how species continue to exist, continue to procreate. But hope . . . that’s the thing that truly sets us apart.”
Her audience looked more than a little dubious. “What about language? Music? Art?”
“You can teach a monkey language,” Morgan scoffed. “Besides,
