Monroe took a deep breath, setting his candyl, Somber, down on the pew in front of him. “Alright… I can do this, yea? You think so, right, Somber?” Monroe forced a smile at his beloved pet, sighing heavily when Somber made a soft trill sound back at him. “Oh… You don’t believe in me either, huh?” He chuckled weakly. “Me neither, buddy..” He sighed, sitting down next to Somber and petting him. “I don’t know why I freeze up like this… It’...