no letter,” he said too quickly. The speed of it told me everything.
“I want to see the Bible,” I said again.
“No,” he said, flat.
The refusal closed the room. “You found it,” I said. Not a question.
He stood up abruptly. “Get out.” His voice had gone hard and high the way it did when he was losing something. “If you’re going to come in here and accuse continue reading …