“It’s the truth.”I look away.Because if I don’t, I’m going to do something stupid.“You said his dad isn’t alive anymore?”
She nods.“He died when Thomas was three.”
The way her voice softens, I sense there’s a lot more to that story.Still, I don’t press.
“I miss reading my Bible.And going to church.I was really active in mine growing up.Right up until—well—I met Victor.”
“You haven’t been to the church here?”
She shakes her head.“Most of the time, I’m working on Sundays.Or getting ready for work.”
But there’s more to it than that.I can see it written all over her face.
“Want to come with me this Sunday?I usually go every week, but since I was in the hospital, it’s been a little while for me.”
“I don’t know.I—” But she stops.“You know what.Yes.I would love to come with you.”
The joy that spreads through me is more than I expected.“Great.My team and I usually do brunch afterward at Momma Knox’s.You up for that?”
“Linda’s?Most definitely.She’s delightful.”Her smile is bright and honest.An absolute ray of sunshine in the dim light of my apartment.
“I think so, too.”I grin at her, and our gazes hold.As they do, something shifts in the air around us.Something that has me thinking maybe being friends with Katelyn won’t be so impossible.
After all, it’s definitely better than being nothing at all.