"Like he wants you with all his life. Like he wants to protect you with all his might."
Jennifer's words echoed in Angela's mind, a haunting melody that lingered like a personal ringtone as she busily packed her belongings for the journey home. It was the twilight of Sunday, and she had returned from church with Zayden not long ago. His relatives, it seemed, were not of the same religious persuasion; their shock had been palpable when Zayden boldly declared his intention to escort her to the Sunday gathering. Yet, despite their astonishment, they did not intervene nor stop him.