Chase had never seen a pastor that looked less “pastorly” in his life. If anything, he looked like a skinny second-string basketball wannabe. The YMCA wasn’t exactly Chase’s scene, and basketball wasn’t his sport, but there were only so many video games a guy could play be...
We’re crowded in the bathroom, both trying to blow-dry our hair and apply makeup. We’re plugged in on opposite sides of the bathroom, each of us in front of our own sink, our blow-dryers loud. My eyes are red rimmed, and they feel raw every time I blink. I hardly slept, and when I did, I dreamed ...