“She needs some quiet rest right now, Pastor, for everybody’s sake.”

Pastor Tom nodded slowly and laid his palm on Zane’s forearm.

“We’ll keep her in our prayers for healing and clarity,” Pastor Tom said.

I turned my silver wedding band around my finger until the skin went white.

I didn’t raise my voice or walk over to contradict him in front of the congregation.

Zane turned to his heavy dark winter coat hanging on the wooden peg behind him.

He reached into the inside breast pocket to take out his silver wristwatch, and the lining flap hung open for a second.