Chapter 6
Micah didn’t notice him at first. The candle snuffed out, disguising Jefferson in shadows. His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, and he watched Micah slowly make his way down the center aisle. He wanted Micah to see him before he spoke. He didn’t want to scare him. But he simply wasn’t looking in Jefferson’s direction.
Jefferson spoke Micah’s name softly, but in the perfectly still church, he might have shouted.
Micah’s head whipped around. The pale moonlight filtering through the windows made his eyes shine like a cornered animal, but he didn’t otherwise move.
“Jefferson?” The breath of his name floated between them, and Micah took a tentative step forward. “What are you doing here?”
“Just thinking. Sometimes I come here when I can’t sleep. What are you doing here?”
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