Chapter Twelve
Within Thy Wounds Hide Me
St. SebastianThe dinner with Freddie went like this:
Saint got there on time, he wore his jacket to the table but unbuttoned it when he sat, he buttered his bread on the plate and didn’t clank his silverware around. They made polite conversation until the food came, conversation that made Saint feel a little poor and unworldly—but in a way that felt familiar and also in a way that was clearly unintentional on Freddie’s part.
And then Freddie started speaking of Jennifer Martinez.
It was painful and wonderful to hear new stories of her. To hear about a time when she’d been young and carefree, a young journalist who’d chased her curiosity all over the world and then fell in love with a hidden little corner of it. Every word Freddie spoke—every
