“The heading of the spreadsheet read Samuel 2.0. The pro column was twenty-five items deep—and missing little things Kate didn’t know about.
Like Samuel’s guacamole. The con side was woefully empty. I gestured to it. “You need to list all the rotten things he did to me in the past.” Eyebrows arcing, she tilted her head. “Is that how you want God to look at you?” I flinched. Talk about a sucker punch to the gut.”