—Sullivan Webb Sullivan spent the morning in her pajamas and sipping on coffee. Nostalgia and an old Christmas CD had inspired her to look through old photos. Her eyes began to water as she flipped through her wedding album. Charles looked so dapper in his tuxedo and, of course, she was effortlessly beautiful. That day was filled with so much joy and promise. Now, she feared that her marriage was one wrong decision away from divorce. Sullivan was startled out of her thoughts by a knock at the door. She opened it to find Kina on the other side. Sullivan stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. “Shouldn’t you be tending to the business of the Lord?” Kina let herself in. “The pastor left his laptop at home. I offered to swing by and get it.” Sullivan closed the door behind her. “That was nice of you.” “Truth be told, I needed a little break. Plus, I wanted to see you. How’ve you been? You look sad.” Sullivan invited Kina into the living room. “I was traipsing down memory lane.”
