“You think God saved my life?” Ambrose struck back, his face incredulous. “How in the hell do you think that makes Paul Kimball’s mother feel? Or Grant’s parents? Or Jesse’s girl, or his baby boy, when he’s old enough to realize he had a daddy who he’ll never meet? We know how Luisa O’Toole feels about it. If God saved my life, why didn’t he save their lives? Is my life so much more valuable? So I’m special . . . and they’re not?”
