I’ve read this book many times, and every time it leaves me unsettled. I’m someone who craves closure. I like knowing where things stand, what’s right, what’s wrong, what comes next. This book doesn’t give that. It offers a question with no clear answer—and perhaps, that’s the point.

What moved me most wasn’t the moment itself, but everything that followed. The uncertainty. The weight of a choice that can’t be undone. It made me think about how many of us are walking around with questions we may never fully resolve.

This book didn’t teach me what to do—it taught me that it’s okay not to know. Maybe life isn’t about tying everything up neatly. Maybe it’s about learning to live with a few open questions. And being able to sit with someone else in theirs, without trying to fix it. That’s something I keep coming back to.