His eyes drooped. He widened them, fighting sleep. “Jesus, I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to die.” Grace couldn’t bear it. She cupped his face. “Listen to me, Roman. Jesus would not rescue you from hell and then throw you back.” “It grabbed me. It ripped me . . .” “Roman.” She spoke quietly, calmly. “Jesus saved you.” He looked broken and confused. “Why?” What could she say to that? “He’ll tell you later.”
