A Novel of Faith, Truth, and Redemption
GODS EYES ARE
EVERYWHERE
Rain had a way of making Winston-Salem confess. It polished
the sidewalks until every streetlight doubled itself, and it turned the
dark windows of old buildings into mirrors. Joseph Carter had
learned not to trust mirrors. They showed the face, never the
history behind it.
That was when Joseph Carter walks home through a rainpolished Winston-Salem and notices a frightened teenager leaving
an alley beside New Mercy Church. What might have looked
accidental to anyone passing by felt arranged by a hand Joseph
could not see. The detail that refused to disappear was a torn
envelope bearing the church seal. It was too specific to dismiss and
too strange to explain away