“I will. James is in California now.”
“It’s three hundred and forty miles from San Francisco to the Owens Valley. It’s a seven hour drive. I’d offer to go, but I heard they’re not letting them have any visitors.”
Sarah nodded. “I tried to get permission to see James but they said no one with a pulse is allowed near or past the gate.”
“You definitely have a pulse.”
“Thanks to you.”
Sarah walked Thomas outside. She hugged Thomas’ wife and children, greeted Thomas’ mother-in-law, and said her heartfelt good-byes. As Thomas walked toward the car, Sarah grabbed his arm.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” she said. “You didn’t have to protect James after you realized he wasn’t breathing. You didn’t have to commandeer an ambulance to help me escape the hospital. Why did you help us?”
“Because
