“Arise, O Lord! Confront him, subdue him! Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword,” -Psalm 17:13 Abraham: He hears their voices louder now- they are all coming out of the house. "Goodnight, my sweet," David says as he kisses her hand. Abraham pretends not to see it. "Did Abe kiss like this?" "You're not trying very hard to get me to love you, David. Your insults only dig you a deeper hole," she replies, a tear slowly falling from her eye. He grips the edge of the roof harder to keep himself from going after Dave. How dare he speak to her this way after the “talk” he had with him only weeks prior. David finally leaves, but Paul stays behind to support Abby and lends him his chest for her to cry on. Abraham wants that to be him... for more reasons than one. "Why are

