As the priest began his prayer, I lifted my chin in search of Dario’s expression. As it was for most of our talk last night, his countenance was unreadable. His eyes were open, staring at the man with the collar and robes. Once the prayer was over, Dario squeezed my hand as a slight smile threatened his mask.

I willed myself to remain standing as different readings of Bible verses were given. It was easier than I imagined, blocking the world away and concentrating ...