Freya
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I should have known the universe had a twisted sense of humor and most especially didn’t love me at all. Left for it, it could have killed if it were that easy.
Or else why would it let service drag on the day I decided to attend church wearing these annoying heels?
Here was sitting down in Pastor Miller’s garden, the sun slapping my face, my eyes squinting beneath the earth’s blinding light.
The church program ought to have ended a while ago, but I had stretched yet the occasion had dragged on with long speeches, hymns.
I could have walked out a long time ago, but I couldn’t. Not with my mother’s stare boring holes at me. Her expression screamed Don’t you dare leave.
Another reason why I couldn’t leave was that Sam, my fiancé, was standing and preaching on the podium. He
