“Old-school, huh? Like a hermit. Or a monk. Holy men . . . women, too, I guess . . . going off to the wilderness to make peace with God.” “I’m not a holy anything.” “But you made peace?” Astrid took a deep breath. “I’ve changed.” “Ah. Like that?” Her silence was confirmation. “Lots of people, they go through bad times, they lose their faith. But they come back to it.” “I didn’t lose my faith, Edilio: I killed it.
