“Jock?” Carla looked to him for answers.
“If Grant survived those gunshots to the chest and gut, he deserves to live. He had a strong will to live.”
“And that makes him all the more dangerous to us,” Frank said.
“Let’s hope not,” Jock said, turning his face to the wind as he listened for any faint familiarity that would lead him to believe his old friend had survived. “Let’s trust he’s learned his lesson. If he has, maybe he’ll accept the fact that we may love differently than those who’ve gone before us, but that doesn’t mean we love less.”
“That’s for sure,” Carla said, smiling. “In our case, we were given the opportunity to love more.”
THE END