But Viv doesn’t know Sheba is missing, and now the choice doesn’t seem so easy. Zan can’t ignore what’s plainly a message from his wife, and — reminding himself that he still has Sheba’s passport and no one can take her from the country — never in the previous twenty-four hours has he believed the girl to be in danger.
Of course this leads to the next thought which finally it’s time to express if only to himself. With the sound in Zan’s ears of the lost Sheba constantly calling Molly’s name in the Hampton maze, and with the scene playing out in his mind’s eye of Sheba turning to Molly in the maze and racing into the woman’s arms, finally it’s time to say the crazy thing that’s been in his head since the moment Molly appeared at that door — Zan looks at the door now — and stepped inside.
In no way does it make sense, and in every way does it feel true; and who’s to say no to it? And if it is true, then who’s to say Molly shouldn’t have her? Who’s to say that at this moment Sheba isn’t reunited with the very person in search of whom Viv has vanished in the first place? Zan thinks, When there’s no other obvious option, sometimes you can only follow the signs. They can ignore Viv’s posting and continue waiting for her while they try to search London, and a month from now be exactly where they are at this moment with not a thing different. Sometimes life calls for a catalytic instant.