Val's P.O.V

The gentle, post-church calm followed us all the way back to Brielle’s house and through a leisurely brunch of avocado toast and fruit salad at a sun-drenched café. The frantic energy of the past few days had been sanctified, soothed by hymns and the simple act of sitting quietly together. By late afternoon, a delicious lethargy had set in. We migrated to the plush couches in Brielle’s living room, a pile of contented, dozing girls, with some reality TV show playing as ...