Peter sat alone, his thoughts refusing to settle.
His mind drifted from one troubling question to another, never lingering on any long enough to find an answer. The HIV test weighed heavily on him. Heaven's unexpected phone call had only deepened his unease. Then there was Judith.
Nothing about her behavior made sense. Had anyone else described the events to him, he would have dismissed them as the actions of a drunken woman. But he had kissed her. He had been close enough to notice the smallest details, and there had been no trace of alcohol on her breath.
She had been completely sober.
Yet everything about her had felt... different.
Her voice wasn't quite the same. It carried the familiar rhythm of Judith's speech, but something about its tone seemed altered, as though another person were speaking through the same lips.
Then there was the way she had addressed him.
She had called him Peter.
Not "babe."
