door, shoulders hunched, trying not to be noticed. He doesn’t see me coming until I reach the back of the church and call his name.
“Tim!”
He stops, slowly turning. His eyes are glassy.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Why were you leaving?”
He smiles softly. “Because that was the deal, sweetheart. I wasn’t supposed to be here.”
“I never agreed to that deal,
