“I’ve got a hotel room out by the highway,” Sarah said.

“I wasn’t sure what I’d find when I drove down here.”

“You found a house with a locked-up chest and an empty bank account,” I said.

“I found you,” she said quietly.

She got up from the pew, holding the box against her ribs.

I stood up next to her, my knees popping once in the hushed church.

We walked down the center aisle side by side, past the rows of empty pews where the church elders always sat for Sunday service.

The heavy double doors at the front were propped open to let out the heat.