“I genuinely believed I had passed away,” Christopher confessed quietly.

“I had been heavily drugged and trapped in the dark.

When your voice suddenly came through the speaker, I thought my mind was playing a final trick on me before I died.”

“You were shouting quite loudly for a dead man,” Martha teased gently.

He smiled warmly at her.

“I honestly thought your voice would be the very last thing I would ever hear in this life.”

Martha dropped another handful of corn for the chickens.