WhiteSpace: Season One (Episodes 1-6 of the sci-fi horror serial) Read Online Free PDF

non-denominational church which was also the island’s biggest , and had that classic New England church architecture that Jon admired, though he’d never been particularly religious. This had also been his church, though only from age eight to 12 or so, during the time his parents enrolled him in Sunday school. Of course, they rarely went to church, themselves, usually having their driver drop him off.
    He flashed back decades to the many Sundays he sat next to Sarah, and sometimes Cassidy, trying not to giggle as Pastor Avery preached. They’d never been able to go a whole service without getting a stern look from the pastor.
    Jon’s trip down memory lane was cut short when he realized that Pastor Avery was looking at him as he addressed the congregation. Jon wondered what the old man must’ve though of him — the godless heathen given to a life of excess and sin has come home to reap what he’s sewn.  
    But the pastor wasn’t that kind of man. He was serious, but kind, not someone who’d remind you that you of your sins when tragedy struck. The only person singing in that guilty choir was Jon’s conscience.  
    This was the fourth service today, with the church holding a private friends and family service for each of the six victims of the school shooting. Later in the evening, the church was holding a mass joint service for the public. There were two dozen people in the church besides himself and Sarah’s sister, mother, and her nine year old daughter. Jon sat in the back, wearing dark shades and a black hat, which he’d used to avoid the press outside. The last thing he wanted was to have the press spinning this story and putting him into it, detracting from the tragedy and the memories of the victims. The memory of Sarah.
    His agent, Marty, had already informed him that they were getting calls seeking comment on the tragedy, simply because he’d lived there so may years. The press had also spotted him on the island already, so it was only a matter of time before the circus began. Marty suggested using Paladin Security to keep people away from him, as he’d had to do in a few prior visits, but Jon didn’t like to ask his family, who owned Paladin, for anything. “You might wanna consider. Especially once they find out that you and Sarah have a history,” Marty had suggested. Jon hoped to be off the island before those dots were connected.
    Every word from Minister Avery’s mouth was a cold blade in Jon’s stomach.
    “Sarah Hughes was funny and warm,” the pastor’s hands were in the air. And though the pastor’s eyes met each person in the room, Jon felt as if they lingered particularly longer on him. “She was easy to talk to — a great listener — and so incredibly easy to like. Sarah loved teaching, cooking for her friends, talking on the phone, and growing her roses.” He smiled, as though remembering their scent. “The Abraham Lincoln was her favorite. Sarah loved foot rubs, the beach, and swimming. And she loved great food, especially Italian — the good stuff from the north — along with midnight snacks.” He patted his tummy. “Mostly ice cream.”
    Pastor Avery found Jon’s eyes and held them, Jon was certain he wasn’t imagining. “Sarah loved staring at the stars, pondering our place in God’s universe, and believing that the impossible kept itself just one good idea away. She loved the laughter of children, especially her daughter Emma, and every kid at Hamilton Island K-12.” He raised his hands in the air again, but locked his eyes on Jon. “Sarah Hughes loved everyone in this room.”
    The pastor held the moment, then lowered his arms and surrendered his gaze. Jon felt his own tears welling as the pastor began to pace the pulpit. “Sarah would never have called herself an intellectual, but I would have disagreed. She was whip smart, understood things in seconds when they should’ve taken minutes, and minutes if hours. She may not have known everything, but she knew