CHAPTER 15
Kennedy was about to spring out from her seat, but Ray held her back.
“There’s nothing you can do,” he hissed in her ear.
That wasn’t true either. He was lying. Her eyes were lying, too. That wasn’t Willow who stood with her hands covering her face. That wasn’t Willow lifting up one soft request for her life. That wasn’t Willow cowering just a foot away from General’s gun.
General waited while Lieutenant maneuvered himself to get the best camera angle. Willow had ceased her begging but was looking around the cabin wildly.
Looking for Kennedy?
Jesus saves! She should scream it now. Scream it as loudly as possible. Shout out the four steps to salvation, the sinner’s prayer, anything. Give Willow some sort of hope that she could hold onto. Give her that chance to receive God’
