It had been a long day.
I climbed into my car, started the engine, and it purred to life. Pulling onto the road, I switched on the radio, turned up the volume, and sang along to one of Samsong's gospel songs. It was my way of fighting the exhaustion creeping over me while gathering the courage to face Stella.
She was going to be furious. That much I knew. I had promised to pick her up at five o'clock so we could spend the night together outside the city. Instead, it was already a few minutes past eight.
The meeting with Pastor Vivian and the pastors from the other districts had dragged on far longer than expected, and there had been no appropriate opportunity to excuse myself.
Before leaving the church, I had called Stella four times. She rejected every one of them. I eventually sent her a text asking her to meet me by the roadside, promising that I would be there in less than five minutes.
