“I’m heading to church,” Trent said, grabbing his keys out of the little bowl. “Do you want to come?”
“No, I think I’m good,” Owen said, curling himself into a ball on the side of the couch.
“Are you sure? You could learn something.” Trent walked over and angled his head so Owen could see his face.
“I don’t know,” Owen sighed. “I don’t know what to believe.”
Trent stopped to think for a moment. Then he grabbed a chair from the kitchen and sat it across the couch. He took a seat and asked, “Can we have a real conversation about religion...