BLAIR’S POV
My eyes slowly flutter open, and it instantly feels like I’m trapped in a light box. The room is too bright and instinctively, I squeeze my eyes shut again. I’ve heard talk about the Bible and it says heaven is full of light. But I never imagined… me… actually here. I didn’t live a perfect life, not even close and yet, somehow, I made it.
But wait. My thoughts jerk to Hailey, and I force my eyes open, squinting through the blur, my body heavy and stiff, like I’m buried under sand.
I blink rapidly, trying to settle my vision and slowly, Blaise’s face comes into focus, leaning close to mine.
“Blaise,” I whisper. “Am I… dead?”
“I sure hope not. I still have a trip to Ibiza.” The voice isn’t Blaise’s. I blink again, and the blurry image dissolves to Jack sitting on my bed. “D
