"Controlling is really not the word I would use," I bit out. The cloud above my head grew and darkened until the entire clearing was in shadow. I reached for the bracelet on my right wrist and thumbed at the beads as I attempted to reel in my emotional response. I closed my eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again to fix Sarah in a steady gaze as rain dripped from my eyelashes.

"Happy birthday, do the chemo, if you want to continue this pleasant exchange we're having, you might want to come back in two to three days," I said, my words carefully measured. "I don't think I'd accidentally hit you with lightning or boulder-sized hail, but it's always a possibility when you're pissing me off."