"Oh." She'd thought him someone who'd been here longer than she. Brigid cleared her throat. Her thumb rubbed against the other one, again, wishing for her rosary.

Her prayers interrupted, she pushed herself up and settled on the pew, staring at front of the church. She missed her own church and her priest. Father Thomas would tell her that God never gave them more than they could handle.

She wished God didn't have so much faith in her.

"My name is Brigid. Welcome to Cape Kore."