Cora only sees darkness behind her eyelids, a black wall where God is supposed to be, a locked door in a tiny room. God is not listening to her, but she can’t really blame him. It is so, so loud inside of her mind. It’s the same when she prays to Auntie Zeng’s gods, but at least there’s less pressure when it’s only Auntie Zeng and a burning trash can instead of hundreds of people who God actually listens to. I’m ready, Cora wants to scream, I’ll let you make me someone. But God doesn’t want her, no one does. Auntie Lois says one day, if she keeps praying, He will come.
