Chapter 1
I'm not a church person. Never have been. I don't believe in priests. I don't believe in God, or the lie that any man alive can fix the mess James spent three years leaving behind.
But Aunt Clara cried on the phone until I felt like a complete asshole, and Demi wouldn't stop calling my phone until my head ached, so here I am—standing in a lobby that smells like nothing but old wood and the heavy sweetness of melted wax.
The receptionist gives me a soft, practiced smile that makes my teeth grind before she leads me down a narrow hallway.
She knocks on a heavy door and disappears, leaving me standing there like an i***t.
I'm already heading for the exit when he opens the door.
The man who opens the door looks entirely wrong for the collar. He was nothing like what I expected
