“Look who made it!”
A guy in a leather jacket and boots with a gold chain around his neck shouted with the cheers of others behind him, lifting their cans of beer in celebration. We were in the empty parking lot behind the church, several extras having fun listening to a young man play the guitar while Ezra did his sermon inside. Asher walked me out here to meet his friends, sneaking out while we’d say we were in the cafe portion of the church, watching it all on the big screens with chai lattes and pocket bibles.
“And you brought Daphne!” he added, catching me off guard.
My mind still spiralled between being Lilah and being Daphne and whenever the cameras were on, the two were blurred. And it has become harder to pull myself from the depths of Lilah, each time, having to hold my brea
