Chapter 19

Micah’s head whipped around. The pale moonlight filtering through the windows made his eyes shine like a cornered animal, but he didn’t otherwise move.

“Jefferson?” The breath of his name floated between them, and Micah took a tentative step forward. “What are you doing here?”

“Just thinking. Sometimes I come here when I can’t sleep. What are you doing here?”

Another step closer. The movement cast his eyes back in shadow.

“I couldn’t sleep either. But I walk when I can’t sleep.” He paused. “Why couldn’t you rest?”

Jefferson could only stare at him for a moment, wondering if he had somehow called Micah to him with his thoughts. Or maybe he had forced him into existence somehow?

“I’ve been thinking about things.” Jefferson paused. Micah was still standing in the aisle, looking at him. “Come here.”

He obeyed without hesitation, sliding into the pew to stand before him. “Are you considering a new verse? You know I’ll do anything to help.”