“I’m not going to make it out of this sane.” A choked whisper. “You are because I’m here. I’m here. You have my voice.” His breath washes across my skin. “My touch.” His hand brushes my arm, my neck, before finding my jaw, cradling me. “My heartbeat.” Ledger locates my hand and holds my palm over his chest. “You feel that? I’m alive. You’re alive. We haven’t disappeared yet. Not even the darkness can take us.”
