From Reginald Rogers' Prayer Journal
I've been away from home for so long, and life is still hard. So hard. I'm working with a construction company in San Sequoia now, living with more roommates than I can count because I can't afford anything in this city, and I feel so lonely. There is no faith here and no community, everyone is out for themselves, and while it was hard at home, too, at least I wasn't alone. I feel like such a failure here, but I was a failure at home, too, and I can't go back to my parents' house when I am supposed to be a man. When I'm supposed to make enough money to provide for a family, and I can't even provide for myself. The most I've been able to do by scrimping and eating ramen and my roommates' leftovers is saving up some money to send back, because the money I took from Randolph, from our shared savings, it still haunts me. I hope the Watcher and my brother can forgive me.











