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LEVI
Lil called me on Friday late morning, telling me what had happened at the church, and I sat on my bed afterward, wringing my hands while waiting for my parents to get back from work at dinner time.
With how the gossip mill ran in the congregation, I knew they’d be made aware of my affair with Zeke long before walking in the door. And forget disappointment—they would see me as an abomination, an evil creature on my way to an eternity in hell.
I puked up my coffee and the toast I’d eaten, my nerves shattered, fear cramping my guts.
I heard the front door open before I managed to calm myself.
“Levi Townson!” Dad hollered from downstairs.
Two hours and seven minutes early.
“s**t,” I muttered, my heart thrumming hard enough I could barely breathe.
The door slammed, and I got up
