“You mean . . . Sparky won’t make it?” “I don’t know. Maybe him or me or you. Maybe all of us won’t make it. All I know is . . . at least one of us won’t. If he knows, he’ll take even greater risks for my sake. I don’t want him doing that. What happens will happen.” She let go of me, stepped back. “That’s the only way it can be. Understand?”
