I’m so sorry, darlin’. Don’t see why I can’t pray to her too. Being with her is about as close to a religious experience as I’ve had in years. Taking out my radio, I open the speaker and give my final words to Dom. My best friend. My partner. I owe him that much. I turn it off before he can respond and tuck it away, swallowing hard. Then I tighten my grip on the knife, unholster my pistol, and move in.
