CHAPTER 18
Zoey
“Zoey.”
It’s God. His warm lips are breathing life back into me. His strong hands pump my heart rhythmically.
“Breathe, Zoey, breathe!”The heavenly voice is louder, more desperate. He pumps me harder, faster, his soft lips touching down on mine once again.
“C’mon, Zoey!
All life is ebbing out of me. I’ve gone to a higher place.
“Jesus Christ!”
He’s called out his name. I’m with Mama. I’m His.
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