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That same evening, he went up the overgrown sidewalk to her house.  Reagan opened the door and walked straight into his arms.  He hated himself as he held her uselessly, unable to say a word.  He had no comfort to offer.  He couldn’t admit that it was his fault.  She needed him to be good. Continue reading “Part 1, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”