Chapter 17

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That night, after all he’d been through, Rocco was tired. He’d been awake for at least thirty-six hours while he got to know his father all over again, and trying to get used to the idea that he wouldn’t be here much longer.

Now, as he fell back on his bed and closed his eyes, he began to drift. The next thing he knew he saw himself creeping into a dark, musty-smelling house. Looking around he saw missing floor boards where people were trapped below. This terrified Rocco and he turned to run, but there was no escape. Everywhere he turned he saw twisted versions of himself in the warped mirrors of a funhouse. When he finally found his way out, he realized—he was in Hell.

He began walking, turning one way, and then the other while hearing strange words whirling around in his head.

Redemption, forgiveness, cross, love, faith, happiness, joy, heaven…