The priest, caught mid-sermon, stood frozen at the podium, his Bible clutched in his hands. “This must be some kind of mistake,” he stammered, trying to restore a semblance of order to the chaos unfolding around us. But his voice was lost in the sea of murmurs and rising hysteria.
Luna, sensing the tension in the room, finally stopped barking. Instead, she pressed herself against my leg, her body warm and reassuring in the midst of the turmoil. Her presence grounded me, giving me the clarity I needed to take the next steps.
