Chapter Twenty-ThreeSamantha was speechless seeing the view of Geneva enlarge in the small window as the plane began to descend. They had flown higher than usual in order to avoid the unpredictable weather; she now watched the curve of the earth above the clouds, the deep blue of the fading atmosphere bordering on the emptiness of space. It was profound.
“Sammy, are you okay?” Io asked from beside her.
Io. Ioviel. The angel made to fall by the actions of mankind. They had so much to answer for. “It's something spiritual, seeing our planet from this height. It's so clean, so pure, undiluted by hate, politics, selfish ambition. It's as close as mankind gets to touching Heaven, I imagine.”
Io smiled. “It strikes me we've had this conversation before. I feel your outlook on life has changed
