Once again, Evan had to talk his way past Lucille at reception and then Clint at the nurse’s station. He had an excuse about urgency, the need being all too real, but its description being another white lie.
Would that I could go to confession. It’s getting to be a recurring vice.
Evan found Luke lying stretched out on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The boy didn’t stir as the preacher entered the room and closed the door behind him. He drew up a chair, sat slowly, and leaned over until his face was so close to Luke’s he could feel the boy’s breath on his cheeks.
“Luke,” he said softly, “can you hear me?”
“Sure” was the reply, but from a fog. Luke’s eyes were glassy and remained focused on some distant point as if seeing through the roof and into the cosmos.
Is he drugged? What if I
