"Is there something I can do for you?"
I gasp at the unexpected sound and open my eyes to find a woman walking down the aisle. When she gets closer, I recognize her as Sandra, Pastor Rick's wife.
"Isabelle?"
"Yeah, sorry for just walking in."
"Shouldn't you be in school?" she asks. There's zero judgment in her tone, and I never knew I could be so grateful for something so small.
I nod and bite the inside of my cheek, but the tears come regardless. "I'm sorry. I can go." I turn to leave when she puts her hand gently on my arm.
"You don't have to leave." She gives me a soft smile. "In fact, I'm guessing you need to be here."
I sniffle and wipe the tears from my face. "Thank you." My voice trembles.
"Pastor Rick isn't here, but maybe I can help. Come on." She leads me to the closest pew, and I sit. She slides in next to me, angling her body so she can face me, elbows resting on the back of the pew. "What's on your mind?"