Jake leaned back, eyebrows lifting.
“They,” he repeated. “Who exactly is coming after a nun in the middle of a Kansas summer?”
Elise looked toward the door like someone might walk in any second. Like the walls themselves weren’t enough to keep the world out.
Then she whispered the words that made Jake’s spine tighten.
“Jake… I did not run from God.”
She paused, the pause heavy.
“I ran from the people inside the church.”
For a second, Jake just sat there staring at her like she’d told him the world was flat.
Running from God was one thing. Jake had known folks who drank themselves stupid and called it sin.
But running from the church itself?
That was a different storm.
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