Mom’s Bible
I was leaving work when my phone rang.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, Dusty,” said a voice. “It’s Martha.” Martha? She was an old work acquaintance, someone I hadn’t spoken to in years. “I know this is random,” she said, “but I believe I found a Bible that belongs to your family in a secondhand shop.
I froze. It couldn’t be? Could it…?
“What does it look like?”
“It’s bound