He bent his knees before a low bookcase and read the spines of adventure novels and mysteries, along with what Chris had never thought much about before—a Bible, devotional books, and other Christian reading. His father had been a devout youth, it seemed, whatever he had turned into later. Chris felt the anger that had seized him ever since he had learned of his father’s betrayal begin to lose its grip. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive his father or love him again as he once had. He didn’t know what he would do if his father called again. But the room reminded him that his father was a
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