Heather held the hand of the father she often despised and now, had almost lost. The swelling of his eyes had now mostly disappeared, but the dark purple bruises grew darker as the healing began. The large conference table was a carousel of grim faces, save one—Archbishop Latimer. He had his false “the One Unified God makes everything peachy” clergy hat on, as the world burned around him. His words defied his demeanor and disdain for the Undivine leadership around the table was palpable. It wasn’t lost on Heather that this joint war room between the two foes was a significant milestone. Maybe there’s hope for people’s spiritual destiny, after all.
Heather’s father initially refused her pleading to attend the meeting, but she aptly persuaded him that she was part of the story that was play
