“You don’t like anything to be easy, Magnus. That’s never been your style.” I reclined back, drinking, my mind swirling with everything I needed to do tomorrow. “Is she as beautiful as the photos on the internet?” he asked. “Caroline?” “No, idiot.” He rolled his eyes. “The daughter.” If another teacher asked me that, I wouldn’t trust his intentions. But Crisanto was a priest first and cherished his living relationship with Jesus Christ above all else. Unlike me, he’d been called for a higher purpose, and he served with his whole heart. I’d never known a human being more honest and
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