The night before the sky fell, Rebecca pleaded with Malachi not to leave the house. He didn’t listen. He never listened.
His friends were going to Lot’s home—there were new men in town that the Sodomites wanted to “welcome” to the neighborhood. She knew what that meant. She hated it. Why couldn’t the men of Sodom stay home with their families? If it was just for the sex … she was willing to learn if it would keep him home.
When the wailing started outside the earthen walls of the little two room house, she felt her way to the door. Blindness was a burden she accepted as the Lord’s will. The portal opened to a warm, humid night. She stepped out onto the street, one hand on the lintel of the door.
“Malachi!” she called anxiously. “Malachi, where are you?” Her heart pounded in her chest. The screaming and crying were coming closer. She could make out dozens of individual voices in the mayhem. Was Malachi’s one of them? She wasn’t sure.
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