CHAPTER THIRTY
Every ounce of Chris’s strength went into keeping back the wave of white light Oliver was blasting at him. He’d never seen his brother look like this. It was as if he’d turned into an angel. He was bathed in a misty white glow. Even his hair glittered.
“What are you?” Christopher cried.
“I’m good,” Oliver said as he came ever closer. “I choose to be good.”
Chris fell to his knees. The wall of white was crushing him. He couldn’t fight against it anymore.
“You can be good too,” Oliver said.
The white started to surround Christopher. It was warm and breathtakingly beautiful. With it came a strange sense of serenity that Chris had never before in his life felt. It was as if the light was soothing him and telling him that he didn’t need to be angry anymore. That it was okay
