On the way to the airport that afternoon, I picked my grandma’s brain.

“I work with someone who is gay. She’s so nice and so is her girlfriend. Do you think that’s wrong?”

“Of course it’s wrong, Therese. The Bible says unnatural desire is an abomination punishable by eternal fire. You know this.”

I nodded once while twisting my lips.

“You should pray for her.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Do you think it’s worse than any other sexual immorality?”

“It’s not my job to judge that, but I know your friend will not be welcomed in Heaven if she doesn’t stop her actions and accept Christ as her savior.”

“Well …” I bit my thumbnail. “Saying that sounds like you are in fact judging her.”

“No. I’m simply stating what the Bible says. I tell you, I don’t envy your generation. This LGB etcetera etcetera stuff has gotten way out of hand. I don’t understand why everyone feels the need to stand out.”

“I’m uh … I’m not sure it’s about standing out. What if it’s just about fitting in? What if they just want to be themselves without being seen as different or inferior or less worthy? I’m just … thinking aloud.”

“I’m worried your friend is brainwashing you. Honestly, I worried that your time in Colorado would be difficult on you. I really hope you’re not skipping church. I hope you’re spending time in God’s word every day.”

Looking out the window, I murmured, “Yeah, I am.”

After landing in Denver, I took my time getting my car and making my way home. To my disappointment, Fisher and Rory were on his front porch, drinking beer and it was nearly dark.

Rory gave me a reserved smile as I wheeled my carry-on suitcase up the driveway. “Hey, how was your trip?”

“It was just overnight, barely a trip, but it was fine.”

“Did they have a nice anniversary party?”

I nodded.

Things were so awkward. After leaving Rory in tears, with the uncertainty as to whether or not I’d ever forgive her, and sending Fisher a F-you text, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I’m going to go unpack and do a load of laundry.”

“Need help?” Rory asked.

“I’m good.”

“Have you had dinner?”

I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.”

“Rose and I are going for pizza. We’d love for you to come too.”