Saturday, October 10, 2009
Jonathan remained in front of the hospital crib, sometimes leaning against the bars and looking down at her, and other times standing with his legs spread apart, while studying her sleeping parents, and Grace and Steven who still talked quietly in the corner. He was staring down at Faith and wondering why she had chosen him, when Rose stepped straight through him to Faith. He fell back, his stomach nauseous. There weren’t too many things more repulsive than seeing the insides of a mortal flash past your eyes.