“We’ll figure it out,” I told her.

At two fifteen that afternoon, I drove across town to St.

Mark Fellowship Church.

The parking lot was quiet, and the tall stained glass windows caught the bright afternoon sun.

I walked down the carpeted hallway to the parish office, where Mrs.

Gable, the church treasurer, sat behind a dark oak desk.

Mrs.

Gable smiled when I came in and took a white envelope out of her desk drawer.