Chapter Eighteen
Steph
The door gave way to black nothing. Not hot, not cold, not heavy or light, just a complete lack of everything. Where were the judges Hyde mentioned? I took several steps forward, which was weird, too, because nothing was everywhere, even though my feet were on a solid surface. Maybe something would appear, or someone.
My heart ached, and I touched my neck on reflex. Oh, weird. The choker was gone, but I could still feel the flower or . . . a ghost of the flower. Well, that made no sense.
The black flickered to bright white like a fluorescent light on the fritz, and I blinked fast as I staggered.
Oh drat. I was in the horrid flowery dress that had lived in the way back of my closet since mom gave it to me. Great. So, I really was dead. That's the only reason that
