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I have no name bad enough for how sad he’s made me
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Iscrubbed my hand down my face and wondered how the hell I was going to help Evie. This was one problem that I’d never encountered before. As a lawyer in San Francisco, I’d faced all manner of weird and wonderful problems. Nothing like this though.
“And this cult that your parents are a part of, you’re sure that they’re coming for you?”
Pale grey eyes stared up at me, and not for the first time I marveled at the combination of them with yet black hair, so black it was almost blue.
“It’s a church,” Evie replied with her bottom lip trembling. “Pastor Michael is the church leader, and he is the one who takes a wife from each family.”
I shook my head. “It’s a cult, Evie. No recognized church would let an old man… you said he’s seventy-eight… yep, an old man, make young girls be his wife. I think you’ll find it’s illegal.”
“They’re not real marriages. Mother Josephine is his real wife. The other girls they’re just called his wives.”
“Yes, so he can have sex with them when he likes no doubt.”
Evie’s gaze dropped to look at the floor of my office, so I knew that I was right.
“You’re positive that they’re coming for you?”
“Yes. This is the third place I’ve lived in since I ran away at eighteen. I have a friend, Jerome who services their vehicles and he messages me on a burner phone that I have. He said he’d heard that they’d found me again.”
“You can’t keep running, Evie.” I laid my hand on her shoulder and stooped to look her in the eye. “They can’t force you to go back with them.”