“I am.”
“Good.Then bow your head.”
I do as he says.
“Lord, we ask that You protect Thomas.Send your angels to shield him from this danger.Please guide the team, Lord, and lead us out of here.God, we pray this in Jesus’ name, amen.”
“Amen.”Peace washes over me as Sawyer’s prayer sets in.
God will protect my boy; I know He will.
And now I pray that I’ll get the chance to see him again—so long as it’s not anywhere near Earnest or this place.