Orphanage 10

Not far from Isabella's property, down the hill, was a small church. Every afternoon, the doors opened to welcome anyone who wished to enter. Members of the church came in for an evening snack before performing their evening prayers.

Darren wiped his feet on the lobby carpet before entering the sanctuary. He walked along the right aisle toward the front of the church. He sat on the bench in the second row, his eyes looking at the pulpit. People entered behind him, sitting in different rows, spreading out in the sanctuary. Some prayed silently while others whispered their prayers to keep the peace in the sanctuary.

The chandeliers above were lit dimly as the sun began to set.

Darren simply looked forward. He was not looking at anything in particular. There was no image of any deity that the people prayed to in the Christian church. Darren finally closed his eyes. In his heart, he said a short prayer.