A gentle whooshing echoed in Heaven’s ears, sending her in and out of a dreamlike haze. She blinked several times, wishing the blurriness would leave her vision. Life would be better if her temples would quit pounding.
She relied on her other senses to decipher her whereabouts. A hard, damp surface cradled her back. Grit wedged between her nails as the cry of a bird sounded above her. A seagull maybe. The scent of coconuts lingered in the air. She was at the beach, or perhaps a boat…
No. Her body didn’t rock from the waves. Instead, she shivered from the coolness surrounding her. It had to be wet sand.
If she opened her eyes, she’d know for sure. Yet another round of blinking failed to clear her sight. She wanted to sit up, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.
Panic spread through her vein
