Dominic glances up at me, confused. He read my thoughts. I give him a small grin, and his brows push together, puzzled so I let him off the hook.

"I'll explain later," I say in my head, and he nods slightly, focusing back on Pastor's words of prayer. I, however, cannot.

Careful to block my thoughts this time, I continue to let my mind wander as Pastor Ezekiel continues with his cleansing ritual.

Did it really happen? Did I somehow fall asleep? Could it have been ...