“It doesn’t matter,” he said with enough breathtaking sadness to stop clocks. “It matters. You matter. Your life matters. It does,” she said and waited for a response. When she didn’t get one, she continued, “Um…we’re almost there. The coffee shop is just up the road. You may know that. Are you from around here? I’m kind of winging this, but I’m trusting God right now.” “What if there’s no God?” he asked, looking out his window, the raindrops slicking down in a beaded curtain. Then I don’t know. That’s why I have to believe there is, she thought.
