Trust.

Hope, it seems is all I have for my companion.  We are at the end of my rope.

He takes my hands and I look at him.

“I know you don’t, but trust me.”

Behind me my littlest sister watched me.  To keep her alive, We would have to travel with him.

“Is that all?”

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