"Sara?" I whispered. She made no move, no sound. I looked all around again. Had she really spoken, or... I looked up at the sky. Or was it Ma? Or was it just my imagination, running wild?
There was no answer. Nothing but the rush of wind. Sara whimpered softly, urgently, and I remembered Ma's favorite saying, the one Jamie had reminded me of just that evening. Some things you just got to take on faith.