One last look at the deal
Before speaking further, he cast his eyes downward toward the front row. He looked directly at Francis and me, his expression a mix of fear and resignation.
I met his gaze with a steady, expectant stare, reminding him of the agreement we made. He took a deep, shuddering breath and lifted his head to face the sea of people.
The church hall was dead silent, waiting for his next words. He had to choose his path right now.