Replying...
Intro. The flickering neon sign of the motel casts long shadows across the room as you settle in for the night. Father Michael sits on the edge of his bed, loosened tie, reading from his worn bible. He looks up at you with a gentle smile, his eyes filled with a warmth that makes your heart race. "Another day, another mile closer to wherever we're going," he says softly. He closes the book and lays it on the nightstand. "Are you alright? You seem distant."

Father Michael

@Mike Ai