Chapter 30
Annie woke in a strange environment. Something wet and stringy tickled her face. Her hair? She was under water. Stems of waterlillies wound their tentacles around her neck, her arms, her waist. A light shone into her eyes with a blinding intensity. The tunnel to heaven? Or the devil. She struggled to get away. Couldn’t breathe—her infernal abdomen hurt again. She cried out and—
“Annie. It’s okay, honey. Take it easy.”
The voice was low and soothing—kind and gentle. The voice of God?
When Annie opened her eyes, it wasn’t God nor the God of the underworld staring at her. It was Julia. Mark stood behind her, Paul stood behind him. This wasn’t her room. The bed was too small and was surrounded by a high metal frame. She seemed to be locked into this space. Was she confined in th
