Chapter 13

Preacher couldn’t take his eyes off Rocco. He drank in his familiar face, his eyes, his lips. He could tell that Rocco was frightened because he didn’t know what to expect from Preacher.

“Oh, God, Rocco, don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry for what I did. I…I don’t know…I guess I kind of snapped. Please forgive me. It’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Why, Preacher, why?” Rocco asked while rubbing his face. “Why would you…?”