Tori wasn’t sure why she’d decided to “do church” with Gabe.

It was something about how sad he looked hunched on the floor, the usual dark shine of his eyes dimmed.

Still, she kind of wished she hadn’t sat down here. The detailing on the cabinet doors behind her kept poking into her back, and that was only a tiny fraction of her discomfort at the moment.

Most of it came from sitting here, trying to participate in some kind of service that she didn’t understand for a god she didn’t believe in.

Her awkwardness turned up a notch when Gabe said they usually started with prayer. Before she could ask how she was supposed to do that, Gabe dipped his head, closed his eyes, and started talking with an odd cadence, saying the word “Lord&rdqu...

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