"I will not go along with this lunacy!"
Maya squeezes my hand tightly as Papa's voice sounds again from the living room. Everything is going so fast. Once the letter came, time sped up.
I can't make out what Mama is saying, but her voice is tired. I hear my name, William, and a mention of Salvation.
Salvation. By now, that word is common place in our house. Two weeks ago, we could barely tell you it's purpose. But that was before the letter.
Papa wanted to throw it away, but Mama made him keep it. It sits on our table, untouched by anyone. Mama tries to keep it folded, to hide it from my me and my little sister.
We've both read it.
