To Church

Breakfast was interesting as she thought of Slaton seeing the same images. She responded to the conversation around her, and avoided Slaton’s intense look as he watched her. She felt as though she was drowning. So much was going on that she found it impossible to wrap her mind around it all.

Grey looked over at Brenna, who was trying to concentrate on her food and not on his oldest son. “Brenna, what do you usually do on Sundays?” He hoped to ease her troubled mind and relax her some.

She looked up grateful for something else to focus on. “Usually I go to church, maybe grab lunch, and then spend the rest of the day watching movies and reading. This is my day of rest and relaxation.

“I can take you.” Slaton spoke from the other end of the table.

Brenna looked over at him. “You don’t have to. I don’t have to go this week.”

“I’ll take you.” His tone, letting her know that it was a done deal, was firm.