ALLISON’S POV
I’m not really the religious type. I grew up in a house where my mom would rather be out golfing or doing literally anything else than go to church. My dad isn’t any different and his whole week just revolves around work, and on weekends, he would just count down to Monday like it’s something to look forward to. I don’t remember being taught how to pray or any of those things most parents pass down to their kids.
Still, I wouldn’t call myself an atheist. I believe in something. Maybe God, maybe just… something bigger than us. Some kind of force that put us here and watches everything: the good, the bad, and even the messed-up parts of life.
And I guess that’s why I’m here right now, on my knees and in a church.
“Please, Jesus… you’ve got to heal Justin.” I whisper, my han
