Chapter 30

He could die, Tasha thought dismally, kicking a clump of snow into the tall pine trees. She pivoted on her foot, twirling as best she could in her too-big boots on the frozen ground. The eerie calm of the mountain felt so much like their life in that moment. Frozen, waiting, moving slowly forward; almost there, but not quite. Each day melted a little more, but each fresh snow fall heralded another frozen moment in time. A reprieve. A brief minute where she could catch her breath once more and hang on to this time with her husband. Why did she have to go and ruin it with her silly question?

David always seemed so indomitable that it felt impossible that anything could happen to him. Yet, he'd confirmed as much when he'd said in his business, it was either kill or be killed. He was right, her request had been childish. Thoughtless. Of course, assassins did not just quit their jobs. Murder was a life choice. There could be no going back. What had she been thinking?