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“Hey Mark. I’m not coming back yet. But I wanted to say I don’t think God hates me. I just don’t know what I believe anymore. If you want to get coffee sometime—not to ‘encourage’ me, just to talk—let me know.”

Without her, the meetings felt like a play where everyone knew their lines except him. jw-org

He pressed send.

He typed slowly: “Dear Brothers, thank you for your concern. I am doing okay. I am just taking some time to think.” “Hey Mark

Outside, the city lights flickered on, one by one, like reluctant candles. I just don’t know what I believe anymore

Instead, he opened a drawer in his desk. Underneath old receipts and a dead cell phone, he found a faded jw.org bookmark. On the back, in his mother’s shaky handwriting, was a single scripture: “Jehovah is near to those who are broken at heart.” — Psalm 34:18.

Then he closed the laptop. He walked to the window. Down on the street, a woman was locking her bicycle. A man was arguing on his phone. A child pointed at a squirrel.