Karl let out a short laugh. “I didn’t want to at first. But . . .” He paused. She could see him trying to recall that moment. How had his uncle eventually convinced him? And then his eyes seemed to glaze, and she knew she’d lost Karl the writer. Karl the cult member was back. “He suggested I come over for a few days. To talk to some people. They were doing this amazing work. I wanted to be a part of it.”
