So I said yes. Within weeks, church became normal. Same service. Same row.
Same people greeting us at the door. Kiara loved the children’s program, and Brian seemed happier than he had in months.
I actually started wondering why I’d been so skeptical. Then one Sunday, as we reached the parking lot after service, Brian suddenly handed me the car keys.
“Wait for me. I need to use the bathroom.” Five minutes passed. Then ten.
I called. No answer. I texted him. Nothing. “Where’s Dad?” Kiara asked.
“I don’t know.” That was when the uneasy feeling started. I asked one of the older church volunteers to stay near Kiara for a few minutes and went back inside.
The men’s restroom was empty. So was the lobby. I was heading back toward the entrance when I heard Brian’s voice somewhere down the side hallway.
