Chapter 25

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Flight 219 Dear God, I don’t want to die. It sounded so trite. So glib. Of course she didn’t want to die. But there was so much more to Meredith’s prayer than mere survival instinct. And just like so many people who come face to face with death, Meredith found herself trying to bargain with God. What about my next book, Lord? Think of all the victims it’s going to help. All the people it’s going to bless. Think of all the believers who need to read it. As soon as she prayed these words, she realized how prideful she sounded. Did God need her writing? No. She tried a different tactic. I don’t want to die while my relationships with my old friends on the board are strained. Think how guilty they’ll feel if they find out I was killed just the day after they fired me … No, that wasn’t

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