“What will take me first? A sea creature or hypothermia?” “You'd run from a sea creature,” he states dryly. I chuckle, turning back to the moon. “You're right. Hypothermia it is.” “That won't happen, either. I don't think you're ready to die.” I shake my head. He's wrong. I've been ready. I've just been too stubborn to give up doing the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Live.
