Chapter Ten

Sterling had been gone for three weeks now, but Arrin’s guilt over his death was still as fresh and keen as on the night he’d learned he’d driven him to commit suicide. By rights he should’ve been thrown in the cell for what he’d done and never been let out again, but since there was no concrete evidence he’d killed Sterling, Pastor Willis had convinced them not to press charges for coming home unaccompanied just this one time. So he remained free—so to speak.

He sat on the front porch step, alone, heedless of the mouth-watering mouthwatering aromas wafting from inside the dorm and the musical laughter of the women intermingling with the deeper throaty laughs of the men. All the single males and females had gathered at the men’s dorm to c...

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