Chapter 103: What a Trip

Dominic glances up at me, confused. He read my thoughts. I give him a small grin, and his brows push together, puzzled so I let him off the hook.

"I'll explain later," I say in my head, and he nods slightly, focusing back on Pastor's words of prayer. I, however, cannot.

Careful to block my thoughts this time, I continue to let my mind wander as Pastor Ezekiel continues with his cleansing ritual.

Did it really happen? Did I somehow fall asleep? Could it have been a test or something so sacred only I could witness? That's certainly how it felt.

I sneak another glance, looking for cuts and bruises on anyone's hand or arms, but no one is injured, no one is even out of place.

Did the Cherubim Angels really use some kind of time travel to fix everything and place us back where we started?

I guess it doesn't matter now. I'm just so grateful.

Pastor finishes and steps back, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I smile up at him.