holidays, restored through some future miracle of her mother’s generosity.
That Tori ended when I stood.
I ended her myself.
I knew I would grieve her later.
I stood anyway.
She had cost too much and paid nothing back that could be spent.
Then I did the only thing I had truly come to do.
I returned to the pew.
Took Marin’s hand.
Led her to June in full view of two hundred people who had spent four years praying for a missing woman who had never been missing.
“Marin,”
