Chapter 8:- Good things
Father Garrison gestured to the knife at her side and the empty holster hanging opposite to it. “You must know why that is.” Mara’s head sank. He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, but she flinched and he pulled it away. “You’re doing a good thing,” he assured her, turning back to the altar. He rewrapped the lamb and offered her the empty sack. She took it without looking at him. He frowned. “Mara, I chose you for your job because I thought you could handle that it set you apart. The loneliness that being special sometimes causes.”