Chapter 12There was suddenly a blinding white flash. I mean, I supposed it was blinding because I’d been looking at Matty and then I was looking at a white flash, and there was no Matty nor a priest nor an Israeli cop nor the nothingness.
And then I blinked, and there was still white. Only, the white was no longer blinding. In fact, it looked oddly familiar.
“Huh,” I said.
“Huh,” echoed the voice next to me.
I turned my head to the side. He turned his head to the side.
“Did that just happen, Matty?”
He shrugged. “Seems like it.” He grinned. “You’re talking about us in Israel, then us in some kind of limbo, then us here, right?”
I nodded. “Seems like it happened then, seeing as we both remember it like that.” I pointed up at the familiar-looking white. “That’s my ceiling, Matty. In m
