Caleb lived in a recently built apartment complex overlooking a tiny pond and a few cookie-cutter houses on top of a green hill where children played in the park and, at the right time of day, one could watch the sun cut through the golden cross centered on the Divine Church. I wondered if Caleb meant to rent an apartment that stood glaringly at the church that denied him access to the film he nursed and cherished like a child of his own. And would the sight turn into a brutal reminder if his wishes weren’t granted for the continuation of that film's growth and resolution?
Hopefully, it won’t be a sore spot for much longer.
Gidily, I headed through the lobby with a plate of leftovers I’d picked from the buffet for him. I didn’t know if he’d eaten a proper meal, still thinking about the b
