If I am immortal, then I have only this, this one life. I will not turn and change as you do, James. I will not see you in Heaven, or on the banks of the great river, or in whatever life lies beyond this one. “I see you now.” He reached out and put his hand on her cheek, his clear silver-gray eyes searching hers. “And I see you,” she whispered, and he smiled tiredly, closing his eyes.
