Jennelle kneeled in front of the altar, folding her hands toether and resting her forehead on them. Her eyes were stinging with tears. I couldn't be tue, it couldn't be true.

"God," she whispered quietly to where no one could hear her. "I have devoted my life to you in the Compound. Please don't let all be fake. There are families here, little children." Jennelle took in a deep breath. "Please, God. Just this once. Do me a favor and let this place be real and true."