“Do you trust me?” A lot went unsaid. She did trust me, as I did her, even though neither of us had any logical reason to. My skin on hers, I was suddenly back in that Upstate New York garden. Through the years I’d concluded that I had been designed to bond with my Creator. That same feeling was present now, with Sasha. We were made for each other. I stood. Sasha stood with me. “Don’t do this,” Dr. Ochoa said. “I’m not the enemy. I’m supposed to save you.” “You’ve done enough.”
