My mom told me how painful this is, but I never thought in a million years that I’d have to endure it myself.
I feel like I’m being stabbed in the chest as the fear of what I'm about to do takes over me. The angels lead me through a mind-bending maze of white hallways to a different room.
Gabriel stops in front of a giant golden archway and gestures for me to pass through. In the center of the room is a beautifully ornate white stone altar. At each corner is a sculpture. One of Gabriel, one of Michael, one of the disgraced Raphael, and one of my grandfather Sandalphon. The archangel of music. He’s holding a lyre in his hands, and I find myself wishing that I could’ve met him. That I could’ve heard him sing and play for me.
My eyes scan the rest of the altar, my feet frozen in place as
