She set down her luggage and closed the front door.
“What if the universe is built on relationship?” he said.
“Atom to atom. Force to force. Created to Creator.
“What if, one day, the created king and queen of creation broke relationship with the Creator.
“This universe, defined by relationship, would contort around the breech.
“Warped at its core, growing still but twisted now. Nothing would escape the effect. You. Me. Us.
“What if what we were is so much more glorious than what we are that...