The resignation evens out further into a sort of quieted-down sadness. What Hyde took from her cannot be replaced. Sometimes she thinks that even though he's dead, he's still inside her, all the time, pushing her into this fitful cycle she can't escape, this need to climb higher and higher on the ladder of monstrous men in her life. Hasibe gives Charles a little smile, soft, closed.

"My deceased husband's work," she says. "Ordinarily kept under lock and key. I assume you can gather why."

She's guessing he had himself a peek.