[...] Yet if he could only wipe those American years, that woman ... the wrong path, the years wasted. But what was the kind of pain you just had to live with. He'd give everything on this earth to be twenty-one again, to step into the river of time with Olivia, but have them both be the same age, and have eerything else exactly as it was now, except with those lost years rolled tight in his fist, not yet, unraveled.