After a final lingering look at my possessions, Shane and Molloy lead me out of Brother Bennett’s office. My suitcase feels significantly lighter now, and I feel even emptier.
“Where are we going?” I ask, as we enter the hallway.
“Back to our room so we can change and get ready,” Shane explains. “And where we go, you go. Got it?”
“Got it,” I say. “What are we getting ready for?”
“Evening service.”
“Wait, we’re going to church?”
“Well done, genius.”
I glance down at the Bible I’m carrying. My “gift” from Brother Bennett. His so-called “path to a better life.” I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that going to church is part of the deal, but I’m struggling to remember the last time I set foot in one. Before Mom’s accident, most likely.
“So, church on a Sunday night, huh?” I say. “I’m gue
