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Not hurried.
Not cautious.
Just confident.
He stops a few feet from the pew.
“You two finding what you were looking for?” he asks.
Wren smiles politely.
“Learning a lot.”
“That’s good.”
His gaze shifts to me.
“Boone.”
Not Mr. Grant.
Not sir.
Just Boone.
Like we’re old acquaintances.
My expression stays neutral.
“Pastor.”
He nods toward the door.
“Mind if I borrow him for a minute?”
Wren glances at me.
I shrug slightly.
“Sure.”
Eli gestures toward the side hallway.
“Just a quick word.”
I follow him out of the sanctuary.
The hallway is quiet.
Sunlight spills through a small window, lighting dust in the air.
Eli stops near the end of the corridor.
Then he turns.
The friendly pastor smile fades.
Not completely.
