It’s strange. I hadn’t remembered speaking them. But they felt true. “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Is a life of friends not sufficiently rewarding?” “It can be. But not for you.” My smile was half-hearted, and I said goodnight. Clearly unable to sleep, I sat at my window with a sermon Hawkes gave months ago on my mind, where he mentioned Aaron and Hur holding up the arms of Moses.
