“If we die, we die.” Sarah spoke softly. “But first we truly live.”
There was a conviction in her voice, reminiscent of a priest. She had no proof, but didn’t need it. Did he?
James steadied himself and glanced again over the edge. Sarah squeezed his hand tighter.
She whispered in his ear, “If we die, we die. Together.”
James slipped through his wife’s embrace and took several steps back. Her red lips had already dropped into a frown. She now seemed to stare right through him.
But first we truly live.
James offered out his hand. “Please come with me.”