"I'm serious." There's no trace of humor in his tone or expression, and I relax in my chair. "I was raised with the same beliefs as you, remember?"

"Yeah." But I do forget, probably because he doesn't actively talk about his beliefs, and I've never seen him pray. And then there's the whole church thing.

"I quit church," I blurt.

His brows spike up to his hairline. "You what?"

I lower my head and fidget with my hands. "I quit my church." ...