As we entered the empty church, Caleb quickly shut the massive door behind us. It slammed with a bang, reverberating. The church was closed and the door had been locked, but he had broken it with his sheer strength. Now we had the place to ourselves.
As we walked into the beautiful, small chapel, the sunset light poured in through its stained-glass windows, and I felt immediately at peace. It was a cozy and elegant place, its pews segmented into family boxes and all lined with red velvet. Perfectly preserved. I felt as if I’d stepped into another century.
Caleb walked up beside me, and the two of us slowly looked around. A stillness hung in the air.
“It’s here,” he said. “I can feel it,” he said.
And for the first time, I could feel it, too.
I noticed that I was beginning to sense th
