“Luke, I’m Preacher Evan Wycliff. Your father asked me to give you a message.”
Luke roused himself. He was back in his body after his soul’s flight, but he wasn’t about to tell this guy about it, however friendly the fellow might seem. He thought about telling the preacher how Melissa was suffering, but he decided not to take the risk.
The boy tried to look interested. “Oh, yeah?”
“It’s confidential, you see.”
“Okay.”
The boy hadn’t moved from the spot where he sat stiffly on the bed. No one had yet cleaned up the mess, and the room reeked of urine.
Perhaps they’re deliberately letting him stew in it. I want to make sure they don’t lock him up.
“Your father loves you very much. And he’s very worried about you. He went to great expense, and he paid a lot of money for a new d**g they
