Cody felt light
headed, transported. He had been given a
second chance. First, he’d been alert
and no longer drugged when the killer had released him, so he could fight back. Then he’d managed to escape through the
forest. Then, when he’d been sure that
he would be found, hiding in the phone box on Mt Macedon, Michael had helped
him. He’d been kind and unjudgemental. Then, later on, devastated and desperately
unhappy because Phillippa had dumped him—not that he blamed her—wandering
through the streets, he’d stopped right outside this house. And something
had made Jason turn back and find him. And talk to him. And take him in.
Each time, someone
or something had led him to safety. He’d
been wrong. God wasn’t punishing him for
his gayness. God wanted to see him safe,
wanted him to have a life with Luigi, wanted him to be gay. Wanted
him to be gay. Illumination flooded
his brain. He was loved, not just by
Cody, accepted not just by Jason and Cody and their friends, by the two old
ladies in this magical home, but by God Himself.
Filled with
intense joy and delight, he wept tears of happiness.
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