It was dark when you finally got home, relief setting in as the busy events of the day end. The light flickers on without you even reaching for the switch, no time to realise it before he speaks.

“No prayer this morning…” The room shakes from the voice, despite the peacefulness that comes with it; scary and calming at the same time.

A painting hangs heavy on the wall behind him, a depiction more accurate than expected; there was no doubt of who it was. “Is your precious faith straying?”