Claire went back and forth on the note to Radcliffe. Should she have signed it with love? She didn’t have the energy to argue with herself over it. She did love him, dammit, and she relished the sensations of her newly realized feelings clicking into place like the pieces of a clockwork.
She liked it when things made sense, which is why she wasn’t sure why she was visiting Mrs. Soper. Major Longchamp’s strange utterance had combined with the woman’s appearance in Claire’s dream to make Claire wonder if there was something odd going on, something beyond the strangeness on base—ghosts, mostly—she’d become accustomed to.
That was one of the interesting things about the human psyche—people could become accustomed to just about anything, whether it was right or wrong.
Whatever it was, she wo
