[she feels - empty, like she usually does when she remembers this. it hurts to remember, sometimes, but mostly she doesn't feel anything at all.]

There was nothing, no one, that he loved more than his wife. [she says, looking away.] She died of sickness, but because of what was foretold about me, he always thought it was my fault.

[she fiddles with the books on the shelves.]

It may have been. I'm still not sure.