CHAPTER 50She was holding a tiny Bible with a worn, black, vinyl cover. She knew they had one someplace in the house. She had searched and rummaged through several places for it and had, embarrassingly, located it deep within the kitchen junk drawer. She found the verse Cuddy had recited to her earlier that day and read it again. That’s what she was doing, standing in the middle of the kitchen reading the New Testament when Kevin walked in through the back door.
“So what now? You’re going to start reading the good book and going to church?”
“Church? Probably not. But I don’t know.” She flipped through the pages. “Maybe.”
“Really? You must have found something pretty powerful inside there,” said Kevin.
She placed a finger on one of the thin pages and held it up for him to read. “I want
