Her heart was beating now, but still irregularly, a thump and then two smaller flutters and then another thump. And then it stopped. And started again. “How odd,” Hazel said. “You’re alive,” Jack breathed. “You took it— You drank it.” “There was wine at the wedding,” Hazel said. “It was a pledge of ‘as long as we both shall live.’ It seemed only fair.”
