I'm a fan of mystery. The kind of mystery that the author reveals an answer at the end.
Or the kind of mystery that is not solved and invites readers to imagine an answer or resolution.
We live in mysteries. Why did that happen? Why didn't the expected happen? Why was I chosen or ignored?
Possibly it's the perspective of years lived to look back and wonder about events and intersections and missed opportunities.
I have sat in rooms of grief and been asked why and I had no answer.
I have questions too.
Sometimes there is no answer.
At least, not yet.