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He disengages the lock and I don’t waste another second getting away from him I slam the door shut My feet sink into the snow, it’s so dark out The wind is whipping the snow andfro for what he will do to keep s will carrys I duck into a row of pews and hunker down breathing heavily

I feel the draft froain I hear them slam shut “Katie,” Mr Miller calls my name in a strained whisper

Dropping toI roll under the pew to the left of me

“Can I help you?” Relief washes over ht’s weathered voice

“I uh ran out of gas,” Jason explains I hear father Wright leading hi for the perfect time to make my exit

After waiting a fewplace Shoot I hear their voices filtering in my direction Not left with much choice I scurry into the confessional My hands are shaking My throat feels hot and dry frothe it

I peek out of the door when I hearin another gust of air The candles that were providing a little cohfor uide et home the better

I aet it to power on, but the fecking battery must have died Just my luck The door to the confessional I aht?” I ask hesitantly unable to see a thing I aainst the interior wall

“Katie,” I hear Becks say

“Becks?”

“Yeah, it’shis phone in my face “Sorry I didn’t meant to push you I couldn’t see”

“What are you, how did you?” I aht now but I am so happy to see him

“I was following you Well I aiting outside of the Miller’s house hoping to apologize and then you guys skidded and I waited to see if you needed help, but then I felt weird for following you Then I saw you running with a terrified look on your face and when you didn’t co for you once Mr Miller left with Father Wright Are you okay, did he do so to you?”

“No, I’m fine can you just drive et this whole weekend I need none of it to have happened Please!” I beg and plead with hio

“If that’s what you want Katie Come on”