Khaled Hosseini. And echo is flying through the mountains (№ 386742)

I turn and look at Paris - she sleeps silently beside me. Her face is pale. I see the face of a woman - young, hopeful, happy as he was, and I know I always will see him, just have a look at the Bet. She's my flesh and blood. And soon I'll see her children and their children's children - they, too, have my blood. I'm not alone. Sudden happiness catches me off guard. I can feel it seeping into me, and his eyes melt in gratitude and hope.