“What are you doing there?”
“Just come get me. Please.”
Josh did as instructed. Pulling up, outside the church ten minutes later.
His Dad wasn’t there. He tried calling him. Straight to voicemail. He sounded his horn. Nothing.
Josh got out the car and entered the church. His Dad sat on his own.
“What gives Pops?”
“You always told me that if you went to church again, the place would collapse.”
“It’s still standing Dad.”
“Dad, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m not your Dad.”
“Yes you are Dad.”
“You don’t understand…”
“I’ve known for months. I love you dad.”