Capítulo 176: It Cut Her

MIRI

I stand in front of St. Paul’s, just as dawn is coloring the sky a dusky rose. Snow crystals hang in the air, swirling away as my breath buffets them. It’s so cold that my cheeks burn, and my feet feel frozen to the ground. I’m staring up at the ancient cross embossed above the church door. The building is beautiful, small and ancient, and it makes me feel connected to the people of the past, the saints who worshipped here, those who loved God.

The thought warms my heart. I know God doesn’t exist exactly like I’ve been taught, but I still feel Him. I still believe in a benevolent Creator and a Savior who died so I could be free. I don’t know if Odin is God and Jesus a Gardian like Desi said - it’s too complicated for me. My old faith works for me, and so I cling to it. It makes me happy.