Father Sullivan made the sign of the cross, his hand briefly touching his head, his heart, then each shoulder. His mouth began to move, silent words pouring out. Gram’s eyes closed and her lips moved in synch with his. “Why is he here?” I asked, turning to face Sean. “Who?” “Father Sullivan. It means my dad is dying, doesn’t it? It means he needs last rites.” “No, Kira. Besides, they wouldn’t do that out here in the hallway.” Sean took my hands and held them firm, his heat flowing into me, strengthening me. “He probably came to comfort you and your grandma. It doesn’t mean that anything bad has happened.” I peered around him, at the dark pool of shadows that seemed to surround the priest and Gram. “We should go talk to him,” he said. “I’m afraid.” “Kira—”
