“She’s been working toward that office manager job since last summer.”

“She loves me,” Seth said.

“And she knows how much pressure you’re under with Colin walking out.

She wants to help.”

Inside the fellowship hall, a metal folding chair scraped loudly across the linoleum.

I shifted my weight inch by inch, moving closer to the door frame so I could see through the five-inch gap.

Seth was standing by the coffee urn in his gray suit pants and a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He was rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand as he looked down at his sister.