‘I can’t play this game. I’m sorry.’ I stepped away, bent, and picked up the light. ‘I need to unstick the future, jump us onto another timeline. We all need a chance. I can’t walk your path. I’m sorry.’ I glanced down the dark corridor. ‘Your Mia is old. Forty. She’s lived a life . . .’ Demus bowed his head. ‘How easily the young sacrifice the old. When you get to forty, it won’t seem quite so clear-cut. Believe me. But . . . Well, just remember that you told me the old were a price worth paying.’
