CHAPTER 23As Jonathan pulled into a run-down neighborhood defiled with graffiti, he wondered if Granny’s GPS was faulty.
“Is this the right neighborhood?” he asked.
Granny gave him a sad smile and nodded. Jonathan thought about how hard her life must have been all these years with no one to open up to through her Earthly trials as a Fallen. Somehow, she continued to put others before herself despite no longer being able to hear the songs of angels, let alone God’s voice. It was the price she paid when she chose to fall to Earth.
Pulling into the driveway, Jonathan found that Granny’s house fit right in with the rest of the neighborhood. Looking closer, he noticed that Granny’s home seemed to have been singled out—it had been spray-painted all over with graffiti, even the roof. A logo, l
