57 Chapter 57: Fishers of Men, Part 15

As the weeks went by, my eyesight and athletic vigor returned to the less than stellar state that they had been in before all this had started. Call me a coward, but I never looked into what happened to the people the Worms had healed. I could not face them, not if they had felt that I had given them hope, and then had it taken away. I wasn't exactly hiding. I was still in the same church that I had served in for the past twenty years. But they didn't come looking for me, and I didn't go looking for them.