From Hannah:
At one point, and I don't know exactly when, I realized she was missing. I looked down the alley where they kissed in his car, but it was empty. I searched through his life, his eyes, and even his family. Nothing. Once I realized he was empty I moved on. Person after person I searched. I dug, I questioned, I gave every second away. I felt that if I searched deep enough inside of someone else I would find her. I was digging past their surfaces, so shouldn't I uncover something deep? Maybe a clue to where she might be hiding? I took every bit of advice offered to me. "give service" "spend time with loved ones" "go on a long, adventurous trip." But she wasn't in Europe, she wasn't in his arms, and she wasn't even in their grateful faces. As time went on, I began giving up. I started looking in places I knew I were dead ends. Worst of all, the more I searched the farther away she seemed to be. Finally, I stopped searching.
That is when she gave me a clue.
"There is no deep secret to finding me" she said. "I've been standing here all the time. You can't see me all at once, but bit by bit you've uncovered me." Then I began to see how I'd found her. Her laugh came out in his home while he teased. Her heart was in the grateful face of a girl who needed a friend. Her curiosity seeped out through the ancient, cracking walls of the Austrian monastery. "You can't find all of me no matter how hard you try" she warned. And now I never want to.
