“You must not realize how dangerous this path is,” he implored, “If you did, you would not be arguing with me right now!”
She looked at him with pleading eyes. He could see from the lines of pain on her face and the exhaustion in her voice that she had already survived much of what the path promised to deliver.
With the sliver of patience and confidence left in her, she breathed, “Oh, Sam… I know how dangerous and unpredictable this road is. That is precisely why I will not be rescued.”