“What are you asking God for?”

I opened my eyes slightly and glanced at him, who was staring at me boredly. I took his palms and clasped them together in front of my chest.

“That’s a secret. You can pray to God yourself.”

“I never pray.”

“Then start praying now. It's not too late. God is merciful.”

Oh, I almost laughed when I saw Joshua in this basilica. He looked out of place, and he stood out too much among the devoutly praying saints. His black clothing contrasted sharply ...