Noah Finn & the Art of Conception

There are two things Maria Shephard knows for sure at this moment.

There is no God.

She will die on Christmas Day.

Marshal Shephard, the man in the passenger seat, isn't moving or speaking. But he's looking directly at her.

There are flashing lights in Maria's peripheral vision. A voice asks if she can move her legs.

She hates that she can't.

She hates that she's still here.

Noah Finn checks his watch.

It's almost time...