Samaria City, Israel
By the ladder in Gera’s courtyard, Obadiah held a baby on his lap. Next to him, Gera held the other child.
Close by were Liev’s wife and mother.
The courtyard buzzed with greetings and condolences of mourners.
“Hi there!” A young man slapped someone on the back, and the boom of his voice turned heads. He approached a second cluster of the grieving. “Hey, buddy.”
Obadiah glanced up. “The boisterous fellow coming our way knows me. Help me with his name?”
Liev’s mother spread her lips in a weak smile. “Our Liev has a way of letting the truth bubble out.”
“Yes, he does.” Liev’s wife sat up straight. “I know how it happened.”