Quiet. Nothing said. Let this hour exist. Communicate telepathically. Thoughts bounce off each other. Lips not moving. Just looking. No crimes committed. Sins weigh heavy.

I had seen her before. Long ago in church, lighting a candle. Crossing herself. Praying. The beauty of that, I thought. Real solace. Peace.

Watched as she walked in sunlight. Her apple skin shining, glowing. Following her steps. Gliding above concrete. Ascending to the heavens. Her time was done.