“Personally, I think you're sick!”
Inside Cristian's thoughts, the phrases swirled and turned like a tornado. Had he cherished a glimmer of hope that Ashly would comprehend his plight, that she would be able to show empathy? If that faith was still strong within him, it was dying quickly.
It was no surprise that she was openly homophobic, but in the two years they'd been around, that's the first moment he'd witnessed her talk of it with such hostility and open contempt. He'd been observing when Isaac grasped her arm, and how she'd jerked away from him so swiftly, like if his very grasp was horrible. Poisoned.
Cristian's abdomen clenched in agony. He held it tightly and passed in front of the concrete stairs leading up to the front of the church, having ringed the edifice. Ashly was see
