Chapter Nineteen
Steve could count on one hand the number of times he had missed Sunday morning worship service. In his entire life, he’d only ever skipped church when he was too sick to get out of bed. But here he sat, alone in his old bedroom, when he should be at church.
He held his Bible in his lap as he sat there on the side of the bed, and simply wished the knot in his chest would fade away. This wasn’t how it was supposed to have happened. Everything seemed to have occurred all at once, and bam, all of a sudden the life he’d always known was over. Now he was alone. He didn’t want to even face anyone. He didn’t want to see anyone from his hometown, especially from the church. He’d have to explain. He’d have to either lie or risk facing their judgment.
He’d go down to the supermark
