Selene considered Brandon's words and his expression. The intensity revealed how important this was to him. Okay, Selene. He's not asking that much. The pastor won't know what you can do unless you tell him. Be brave. “Okay, Brandon, I'll do it.” Her belly clenched as she voiced the words.
“Thank you. We need all the help we can get.”
“That's for sure.”
Though the prospect of church twisted Selene's stomach more than the harrowing experiences of the previous day, she honored Brandon's request and pulled on some of her regular work clothes: a khaki skirt and a purple blouse. Then, she ran a brush through her hair and pulled the top back into an oversized clip.
She was just brushing a sweep of orchid-colored shadow over her bloodshot eyes when Brandon knocked on the open bathroom door. “
