And even though I knew it was a small price to pay to see Mom happy, I couldn’t stop my lower lip from trembling as I turned over the coins to Kestral to be given to the Important Work.
I’d spent countless days locked up in a white cell for listening to worldly music on Shae’s phone. And now the man I’d come to know as a minor deity was telling me he’d written one of our holy Testaments in a bar?