Sarah led the way and shuffled into the narrow pew.
The man at the end glanced up from his book. He did a double take then stood.
Sarah stopped, and her heart quickened. Not him. Anyone but him.
“Sarah,” Eduardo said. The hymnal slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Sarah was too shocked to move. “Yes.” Her voice shook.
Eduardo knelt to pick up the book.
Swallowing hard, Sarah firmed her tone. “I mean, likewise.”
As Eduardo returned to standing, his gaze flitted between Sarah and the hymnal. He rubbed the spine of the book and chewed his lip.
Mom nudged Sarah’s side and mumbled something.
But Sarah didn’t catch what she said. She didn’t turn to ask, either. She could only focus on the questions racing through her mind: Is he alone? Where is Antoinette? And Lucia? She glanced back over her shoulder.
With a wave her hands, Mom motioned to Sarah to scoot down the aisle.
Sarah looked past Mom to the stoic face of Sister Maria, who conveniently avoided meeting Sarah’s gaze. She clenched her teeth.
Does hell have a special place for people who strangle meddling nuns? She inched down the pew, making room for Mom and Sister Maria—and bringing her closer to Eduardo.