Wheeling Gull Isle You're facing down a dark hall

She gave neither. It was to be expected, of course; she couldn't have known what Tybault was thinking, and he wouldn't have wanted her to anyway. Instead, she echoed thoughts that had crossed his own mind. A lifetime; Ophelia could be anywhere by now. She could be dead. She could have started a new life, one that didn't leave any room for him. And he didn't have a Plan B, not for this.
I'll find her. She has to be somewhere close, Tybault said, more for himself than for Heda. It was a relief when she stopped looking at him and started moving again. I just hope she's okay, wherever she is. What else was there to say? He wouldn't admit that four months was too long, he could never admit that. He still wasn't sure what he wanted from this conversation, but he was certain now that he wanted to continue it.