Chapter 82
Hell’s Ocean was silent. Little more motion than a lake. Michelle had never seen it calm before. If she threw in a stone, the ripples would splash right up against the Gates of Heaven and soak the toes of the Heavenly Choir who might even now be practicing You Can’t Always Get What You Want.
Her side ached for breath. She’d sprinted all the way back from Loki’s cabin. No one about, she burst into her own house.
To give herself a moment to think, she pulled the vase from her pocket and filled it at the kitchen sink. The daffodil had survived the journey behind her ear, but was much the worse for wear. Still, the yellow was vibrant with life and she snipped off the bottom of the stem and dunked it back into the water.
No one in any of the bedrooms. She spotted Theresa and Jere
