Luke smiled. "Whether they're locked up in prison or remain free is up to the law. Whether they go to heaven or hell after they die is up to God."
All I need to do is deliver them to God! Luke thought to himself as he looked at the long road in front of them.
"Do you want to listen to a song? How about I sing you one?" he suddenly asked.
Selina hummed and leaned back, ready to fall asleep to a lullaby.
But the most that could be said about his singing was that it wouldn't make her run away.
If one had to describe it, it was dry and not mellow at all.
A certain someone knew his place. He would usually just hum a few bars, and rarely finished even half a song.
Selina had no expectations whatsoever.
"From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows…" A deep and gentle voice rang out in the car.
Selina gradually fell asleep.
She woke up abruptly and looked at the sky. "How long have I been asleep?"
