Kneeling for a Second Chance (Sebastian and Valeria) novel Chapter 251

Sebastian's fingers tensed.

He gripped the single slip of paper between his fingers, his gaze darkening as he stared at Maverick. Then, with a sharp motion, he tore the paper in half and tossed it onto the table.

"I don't believe in God, and I sure as hell don't believe in the supernatural."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, his expression cold.

Maverick's face was lined with age, his cheeks marked with age spots, his hunched frame draped in worn robes. Yet his smile remained gentle, almost saintly. Looking at the torn slip, he sighed.

"Young man, you've got quite a temper."

Valeria followed Oliver down a narrow corridor until they reached a small room lined with countless little cubbyholes.

Oliver carefully checked the numbers and pulled out a wooden box. Whispering a quiet blessing, he placed it gently into her hands.

It was a plain rectangular wooden box—not too big, not too small.

Outside the church, Sebastian stood beneath an oak tree, irritation lingering in his eyes from Maverick's words.

Valeria walked up to him.

Sebastian lowered his gaze to the box in her arms. For reasons he couldn't explain, something inside him twisted sharply.

"What's that?" he asked.

From this close, he noticed her fingers trembling. Without thinking, he reached out and held them.

Her hands were cold.

Even in the heat of summer, her fingers were ice-cold.

"Valeria," he called out to her. There was concern in his gaze as he looked at her.

"Sebastian, just leave your car here. Let's grab a cab and go somewhere."

Sebastian's gaze locked on the box in her arms, and a sudden chill ran through him. He didn't know what was inside or why it filled Valeria's eyes with such sorrow, but there was an unshakable weight pressing on his chest.

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