Kelly watched as the jet made its mark in the sky above her. It glided effortlessly toward the brilliant orange and cinnamon sunset in the distance. The vast expanse of water surrounding Kelly Petersen glistened and danced with the colors of the sky. There was no land in sight, just the immense realization of sea and sky going on forever, melding into one. She would never be rescued; she could never be seen; she was just a tiny speck in the ocean. Her horrors, her secrets, her screams of pain and suffering would die out here . . . in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.28(d)|