Chapter 17
“Christian?”
The familiar voice jarred his eyes open. He sat up too quickly, expecting the rush of blood to his head to make him dizzy. But it didn’t. He felt fine. He felt good. In fact, he felt better than he had in a long time, maybe forever.
His palms met lush green grass as he sat up, looking around. A brilliant blue sky above him, dotted with cottony white clouds, and a pleasant scent filled his lungs. He couldn’t quite place it. Jasmine? Rosewater? Pumpkin pie? Could it somehow be all three?
“Well, I’ll be. I didn’t expect to see you. Not yet anyway. How’d you get here?”
There it was, that familiar voice again. He turned to see his dad standing behind him and immediately jumped to his feet. “Father!” he said, wrapping the shorter man in a tight grip.
Peter laughed.
