Chapter 92

• Valerie
• “Innocent?” The man laughed again, muffled beneath his mask. “How would you define innocence? All we do is by design. Our path is drawn by the hand of our God, and our message and purpose is wholly by his design. It is only right to do as God compel me to.”
• The porridge did not sit well inside of me. It curdled, thick and heavy like turbulent waters. I felt sick at his confession, but I could not allow myself to vomit up what I’d just eaten. I didn’t know when I’d get the chance to eat again.