Chapter 13: Divided Loyalties

Even if it was true, I still didn’t appreciate his frankness. No one ever spoke that way with me. Not unless I knew them well.

“I’m sorry, I…. I actually am a Catholic.” I could feel myself flushing, though, and hoped that my stutter wouldn’t be made so evident to him.

But he seemed like the observant type, the type to easily pick up on things.

“Are you sure?” He questioned skeptically. “What makes you ...