Chapter 22: A Demon Among Angels
Abigail's POV
The inside of the church was as crowded as the convenience store on the first Friday of every other month when beer was on sale, but this place felt colder. The walls were decorated with rainbow-stained glass art pieces that reflected the radiating summer morning light. These colors should have comforted me, but they were just overbearing reminders that as a sinner I could not match their beauty.
Momma sat us close to the front in a pew along with Marsha, another woman who was at least a decade older than Momma, and another familiar face.
“Hello, Abigail!” Mr. Smith came up to shake my hand. I was just happy he had not touched my hair like old times.
“Hi, Mr. Smith. Haven't seen you in a while!” I wished we could have kept it that way.
“My, my, you’ve become such a beautiful young woman,” he beamed and showed off his yellow teeth. He flicked one of my unruly curls and laughed.