Whoa. Where did all this come from? Does it really bother her that I go to church? "You made a mistake." I grab her arm to turn her to me. "That doesn't make you a screw up."

She grunts and pushes my arm away. "Yeah, right. If you only knew."

"So, enlighten me." I gently bump her shoulder with mine, hating how she's suddenly so upset. Our situation is far from ideal, but that doesn't mean we can't make it bearable, and the best way to do so is to keep things as ...