Above the Truths (Chatham Hills #2)

48. Colson

FORTY-EIGHT

COLSON

There are voices.

Lots of them.

Men and women.

They aren’t shouting, but they’re not whispering, either.

My head is as light as a feather. I’m moving through space, looking down on what’s happening around me, but the trippiest part of all is that my eyes aren’t even open.

I hear my name and a bunch of words that follow it.

I don’t know what they mean, but they’re there.

Floating in front of me in a galaxy of darkness.