Sarah sat looking out the window of the Cessna as it dipped down for the landing in Lukla. A mist of clouds clung to the treetops on the surrounding slopes, dusted with a smattering of snow. She’d called Roxanne the night before and told her she’d be coming home for good. That she hadn’t sold her home was fortunate. But she couldn’t think of that right now. She looked down at the ceramic urn sitting on her lap and thought of him and the future they’d planned. It had all turned to ash. The thought of going back to her old life exhausted her.
himAcross the narrow aisle, Mick sat with his bulky pack perched on his prodigious lap. He was peering out into space. The large frontier man had been her constant companion for the last two months, save for his weekly trips back and forth to Pokhara t
