I followed it. At the end of the hall was a half-open window overlooking the church garden.
Brian was outside. But he wasn’t alone. A woman stood directly in front of him.
I recognized her. I’d seen her every Sunday since we started coming. I was about to call Brian’s name when she said something that stopped me cold.
“You promised me you would tell her.” Brian looked toward the building.
Then lowered his voice. “I know what I promised.” I moved closer to the cracked window.
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