Maybe not all strangers are strange at all.
Naomi realized that as soon as the guy who offered her a handkerchief also gave her a shoulder to lean on. It turns out that sobbing on Liberty’s chest wasn’t enough. She figured that she had to talk about her feelings to someone who had no idea who she was, but was willing to listen.
Listen to her cursing the church. Listen to her blaming God. Listen to her falling apart.
“I’m sorry, you didn’t have to know all of that…” Naomi mustered when she regained enough courage to speak. The two of them sat side by side over a table made up of cobblestone just outside the arch leading to the entrance of the school chapel.
It was late at night and Naomi was in the middle of cleaning her tear-stained face when a thought occurred in her head. Maybe
