Heaven gazed into Jerry’s kitchen, dreading the upcoming battle with the demon sitting inside, a demon better known as Faith. Both of her sisters sat at the table, coffee cups in hand. Hope’s fingers slid across her phone, then she typed what Heaven assumed was a text message. Faith sat across from her, hands folded on the table, legs jiggling ninety miles an hour.
Great. This would be a blast.
She opened the storm door and entered. The stench of leftover liquor and beer assaulted her nose as Faith and Hope noticed her.
“Where the hell have you been?” Faith was on her feet and the first to punch her hips with her fists.
“Good morning to you too.”
Hope set her phone on the table and crossed the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around Heaven, crushing her to her chest. “Hev, where were you
