Page 65 of Their Will be Done

Jesus fucking Christ.

I scramble up, whipping my hands through my hair. The skin of my face is cold, tingling, two sizes too small. “I’m sorry,” I hear someone say. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Go wait outside, child,” Gabriel says.

Blood whines as it races through my veins. “Cass—Cassius, I’m so sorry.”

“Zachary!”

My eyes dart back to Gabriel. His face is pale, his mouth a hard, trembling line. He points at the door. “You’ve done enough. Go and wait outside.”

It feels like I’m dragging my legs through concrete to get to the door.

I’m barely outside a moment before I hear running feet. Brother Timothy shoves me aside when I don’t move, and falls down beside Cass, a paramedic’s jump bag dropping to the floor by his knees.

“Cassius, can you hear me?” Timothy demands, grabbing Cass’s shoulders and shaking him.

“Yes, fuck. Stop that, would you? It hurts.God.”

I step back further and further, until I can’t hear Cass’s voice.

I broke him.

I brought him back, but then Ibrokehim.

The fuck is wrong with me?

My shaking hands curl into fists as I turn and force myself to walk away. There’s nothing more for me to do here.

Like Gabriel said, I’ve done enough.

I’ve done enough.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Trinity

Agreen light starts blinking on the device. I should take it out and shut down the laptop so I can put it back under the bed, but I can’t. I’m frozen to the spot—faced with an email my brain doesn’t seem capable of processing.

Dearest Gabe,

I wish you had never left Redmond.

I know it’s been months since we last spoke, and it seems I only ever contact you when I need something, but I truly hope you understand my reasons.

I know you are busy at the school, and you made it very clear that I shouldn’t contact you again…but Keith needs your help.

We need your help.

Things have progressed to a stage where I’m not sure I can keep this marriage together any longer.

My intention is not to guilt you into replying. I understand that there’s a chance you might not even see this email. But I hope you do.

You’ve saved my marriage countless times before. I hesitate to ask, but can you save it again?

Can you bring us back to God’s glorious light?

We need you, Gabe.

---