The woman was clearly shaken. The chants demanding her death and the thumping of legs on the ground made it sound like her end was near.
She remembered the alley where she first learned to steal, the only place that had ever felt safe. Now, even that memory felt far away—as if death had already begun swallowing her life.
For the first time, she was truly scared now.
No matter what, she had never imagined God would actually kill her. She knew she had been too greedy—when he had access to a mountain of treasure, this meant nothing. So, she had thought she could get away with being found.
That was what she had thought, but now here she was. These coins weren't even worth anything here. If only he had told her this before, she wouldn't have done it.
She was fine with being punished, even when her words didn't work on him. But death—it made her feel horror. Her fear ran deep.
Anything but death.
