I wasn’t precisely sure what constellation of decisions had led to this, except the storm had grown stronger and there had been thunder, and all of a sudden my kitchen had felt so much like my parents’ garage, which was the first and only other place my life had crumbled into ash. Except Lizzy’s death had made me angry at God, and I wasn’t angry at God now. I was only desolate and alone because I had given up everything—my vows, my vocation, my mission in my sister’s name—and it had been repaid with the worst faithlessness, and you know what? I deserved it. If I was being punished, I had
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