We were sitting in the cabin’s living room. All of us. Passing notes back and forth, offering ideas as to what was going on. Nancy had dared to offer her opinion.
“God is punishing the world,” she wrote. “Just as he had in the days of Noah.” The note was passed around. Most people glanced at it, realized it was just more of her religious gibberish, and passed it along to the next person without giving it another thought.
Until the note reached Bryce.
He read it, the disdain showing on his face. He didn’t pass the note. Instead, he stood up and walked out of the room, returning with a sheet of paper and a black marker. On it, he had written “f**k GOD” and slammed the paper on the coffee table for everyone to see.
That’s when Nancy ran out of the room.
We all assumed she was hurt by wha
