"Church?" Dad raises a brow but doesn't move from his position on the couch. "You really think that's a good idea?"
I shrug and loosen my tie - just one more thing I don't miss about going to church.
"You know, going to service to impress some girl isn't a good idea."
I never should've told him Isabelle invited me. I should've told him I was hanging out with friends; it wouldn't have been a lie. I sigh and slip my arms into my jacket. "She's not the only reason I'm going."
He gives me another raised eyebrow, a disbelieving look. "I just don't want you to get hurt again."
"I won't." I only hope I'm not lying. Isabelle is convinced her church will welcome me with open arms, and I refuse to admit how badly I want her to be right. When Mom died, I didn't just lose her - I lost all my chu
