“One day we’ll be looking down from up there and we’ll laugh about all of this,” Katie looked for recognition but Piers didn’t flinch.
“Do you believe,” she started.
“If you’re asking whether I believe that you and I will ride off into the sunset with our heads held high, troubles lost in a cloud of memories, our bloodied hands washed away by the dusk-drenched rivers, and our souls purified by a greater power then…” he paused. Katie fingered the cross around her neck.
“I think we’ve probably pissed him off. Just how forgiving do you think he is?”
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