When he opened it, rain-slick officers stood under the porch light, water running from their coats. Their faces were stern, though one seemed almost reluctant.

Samuel was informed of the accusation in language so sterile it nearly sounded unreal. Unauthorized religious activity. Refusal to comply. Continued observance.

Behind him, Sasha held Nathan close.

Samuel did not argue. He did not make a scene. He simply bore witness by the steadiness of his conduct.

When they took him, he turned once more toward his family.

“Stay close to Jehovah,” he said.

Then he was gone into the rain.