Chapter 16
Jordan Bentley relived seeing the three men who’d left him to die. The green grass had been wet and his fingers had touched the blades of the grass until he’d lost conscious.
Light reflected above him but there was no heat. This wasn’t the sun.
He blinked and stared at the white lights and white ceiling.
Somehow, he’d lived.
His toes wiggled and his fingers opened and closed. Good. Now he needed to find Martha to apologize though he tried to speak. His throat was dry and the machine next to be him beeped as he asked, “Where am I?”
The voice of an angel said, “Jordan! You’re awake.” He turned his neck toward her and saw her jump off a small green chair that folded back as she ran toward his bed. She took his hand. “We were so afraid.”
Her fingers felt good around him. His
