CHAPTER 17Everyone credited God for creating a sunrise, and maybe that was true, but Abby was convinced that only the Devil wanted the sun to rise at six something in the morning. Surely in Heaven people didn't get up until after ten. And only after having a good night's sleep. Not because they were tired or anything, just because eight or ten hours of restful sleep was heavenly.
Either way, she was standing on a beach at six something in the morning looking out at the waves crashing into the beach and the dark mountains of storm clouds that piled up along the horizon like rotten cotton candy. The wind grabbed at her wind-breaker, but she had learned in her years on the beach. She dressed for it. In bright yellow that any searchers could see, just in case some sneaker wave came along and
