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Sitting through church had been more than a little excruciating. My parents had been a little late to the service, so we sat in the backright behind Jack's parents. It was an hour of torture, watching his mother wipe at her eyes and his father hold back sobs as the pastor talked to us about not questioning God's plan. How could they do anything but that when they'd lost their son to what they believed to be some sort of horrible disease? As far as I knew, that's what had claimed Jack, but I had my suspicions it was something even worse, though I did my best to push those thoughts aside.