The heart that beat beneath his hand beat no stronger. “I won’t leave you,” he said softly. “Please don’t leave me.” Nothing. She did nothing. Meoraq curled around her as close as his separate clay could press and closed his eyes. “O my Father, I cry out to You. You gave her to me and if I have not been as grateful as a son should be, I am sorry. But You gave her to me. Now…please…give her back.”
