He realises, months later, that he never loved Ana.
His relationship with her mirrors his relationship with Fiona, when he met her as Amal and fell in love in the Damascus heat. She was just an asset, but eventually lies turned into truth and neither of them were ever the same.
There are some mornings when he forgets, just for a moment, that she's dead. He reaches for her side of the bed but the sheets are always cold.
Amelia. Amal. Fiona. The love of his life.
He loves her still, and looks for her in every woman he meets.