CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THE CHOICE
I struggled with the concept of my dad standing in front of me. He wasn’t alive, not that I knew of.
He grinned, gazing intently at me. Waiting for me to take the next step.
I looked down at my hands.
The darkness was still oozing out of my left side, the right side shimmering now with bright light.
He took both my hands in his warm ones and I stared down at his and mine together. He was still grinning.
“Where am I?
He looked around. “I should say you are stuck,” he answered truthfully.
“Stuck?”
He smiled. “Between moving forward or back.” He didn’t make sense.
“What is forward?” I didn’t like the idea of being stuck.
“Eternity.” His voice was barely above a whisper. And then he looked up, toward the dark side. “But I have to admit, I’ve never se
