A Three Graces Story
I learned that there is nothing special about dying, not when you want to. It’s living that’s a miracle.
This is what I know: Everyone has a secret. Everyone. My father was killed, not because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, because he was a killer, too. He was exactly where he wanted to be. My mother lied to the police. As it turns out, she’s been lying to us for years. And now, I have a secret, too.
We are all watched. At any moment, at every moment, we are being observed. For good or ill, even as a minister, I am not the guardian but the guarded.