Over the distant whir of the train, Cora hears the words of Auntie Lois’s priest. And the Lord said, “I will be merciful to their unrighteousness, and their sins and their iniquities will I remember no more.” But Cora remembers. She remembers his pale hands, the crunch of a skull shattering, the taste of her sister’s blood. This sharp fire feels much better than God’s forgiveness ever could.
