Pastor Rob said over the phone. Marissa traded ears with her cell as she flipped on her blinker, guilt pinching her stomach. What would he think if he knew the only reason she went was because of Liz’s persistence and Owen’s excitement? Could the pastor tell Marissa spent half of the service locked in her own thoughts instead of hearing the sermon? She swallowed. “It’s been very … interesting.” She wanted to say she enjoyed the services, but that would be stretching the truth. Maybe one day she’d be able to say so sincerely. If she kept coming. She forced a smile. “My son really loves his Sunday school class.” There, that was honest. “Glad to hear it. And I’m also glad to hear the festival is coming together under budget.” Pastor Rob chuckled. “If you can keep it that way, our budget committee will be thrilled.” “I’ll do my best.” Marissa adjusted the rush of air filtering through the car vents to blow on her flushed face. Between the setting sun warming her shoulders through the window and the guilt rushing to her face, she could use some relief.
