“No, I have to go to Hell! My foster mom and Mr. Pastor always said that when I died I was going to go to Hell, and that I better do as I was told. I have to go to Hell, or I’m going to get into trouble, and I don’t want to get into trouble!” She grew more panicked with every word. Fear, real fear, was in those blue eyes. Icy fury shot through Lily’s veins, even as her soul melted for this child who was clearly so sweet and so scared.
