Communion
It was pouring rain. We ran into the church, my mom and me, my dress clinging to my ankles, my shoes filling with water as I side stepped puddles. The church door flew up under my pull, and then, silence.
The lights weren’t even on yet, just a quiet, glorious church. We walked slowly up to the front, found a pew, and waited.
I was nervous. I hadn’t spent time with Levi’s dad and his family in months. It’s always quick exchanges, short text messages about logistics.
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