Chapter FourSamantha dropped the files to the table, now further annoyed. This entire gathering seemed more and more like a set-up, an intervention to try and teach her a lesson. They didn't know a damn thing about her—not really. Was Clare suggesting somehow the fault of waning belief was at Samantha's feet?
“You're trying to pin the fact that people don't go to church on me? Samantha's voice was low, cautious. Why don't you throw in the h*******t and tidal waves while you're at it?”
“Samantha, you misunderstand.” Her mother finally spoke. There was not a lot of emotion in those words. Frustration perhaps. Regret? Maybe. “Now she speaks. Why don't you enlighten me, Mother? How exactly should I interpret those words?”
Eva remained seated, her eyes hard. “Since before you were born, ther
