I held his eyes, waiting for his reaction. His demeanor calmed, and I met a man I hadn’t yet met until now. A man of the church, and something about the way he carried himself inside sacred grounds gave me an inch of comfort. An inch of understanding of who he was.
“Is something wrong?” Massimo asked without an ounce of care.
“No.” I took one last sip of water and handed the bottle back to him.
My eyes veered from him and roamed through the wooded rows and rows of pews. Many began taking their seats and the loud chatter dimmed, but I found a pair of eyes that were particularly intriguing. They watched Massimo from afar, desperately seeking his attention.
Instead, she found me staring unapologetically at her. She didn’t cower under my gaze or remove her intrusive glare.
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