“If we have a child someday,” he asked quietly, “and that child looks different, will you be ashamed of them too?”
Amanda shook
her head immediately.
“Of course not.”
“Then explain why you treated Sophie that way.”
“I can’t.”
Travis looked toward the priest.
“Could we have a few minutes, please?”
He took Amanda’s hand and led her toward a side room.
I didn’t wait to see what happened next.
Outside, I sat in my car, suddenly exhausted.
My phone showed three missed calls from Nate.
When I called him back, he answered immediately.
“Where are you? Is everything okay?”
“I’m leaving the church.”
“What happened?”
I told him.
He listened without interrupting.
When I finished, he was quiet.
“Brittany, I understand why you were angry,” he said finally. “But that must have been terrible for everyone.”
“I know.”
“Did it help?”
I looked back toward the church doors.
