God, where are you? I open my eyes wide, meeting only darkness. My emotions are drained, but I can’t pinpoint why I’m here. Something happened to me-something traumatic. My hot breath rebounds off the underside of the coffin lid, hitting my face. What’s going on? Where am I? Why am I . . . The beep of my own flatline is fresh in my memory. I make you cry, then you make me cry . . . Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.Ĭover designed by Kirk DouPonce of DogEared Design Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or in any information storage and retrieval system without prior written permission from the publisher. Published by Enclave, an imprint of Gilead Publishing, Wheaton, IL 60187Īll rights reserved.
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