Broken

“I don’t know why I came,” Ian said, glancing at his watch. “It’s been a goddamn waste of time.”

“Will you mind your language,” Karen said through gritted teeth. “You’re in church, not on Third Street turning a trick.”

Ian’s eyes went wide. “That was uncalled for. I haven’t turned a trick in years. And for the record, we’re in the refectory.”

Karen’s mouth dropped open.

“God, you’re gullible.” Ian rolled his eyes.

“You know…” Karen pursed her lips, but that couldn’t stifle her groan. She lock...