Page 70 of The Cult

“Is that enough?” Dr. Genero asks.

I close my eyes and picture Nash’s face that first time we talked after Nadine’s men terrified me. I know he truly believed in Micah and his teachings then, yet he still tried to protect me.

“Even though I can’t be sure, I want to think Nash would be satisfied with Micah’s sentence, so I try to believe it’s enough. I don’t know, though. All those women and children are dead, and the guilt rests solely with him. They would have never killed themselves if he didn’t tell them to. So I honestly don’t know if Nash would say he’s going to pay enough for all that happened.”

I don’t know because I can’t stop thinking about all the people who suffered at the hands of The Golden Light. Nash, Anna, Mary, Cheyenne, and that adorable little girl Kinley, along with so many others whose names I didn’t know but who didn’t make it out alive from that hellhole of a farm.

My therapist nods and starts talking about acceptance, but like so many times when I’m here forced to deal with what happened, my mind drifts to Nash and all he did to help me in my days at The Golden Light. We only knew each other for a short time, but he made the ultimate sacrifice for me, and I can only hope he’s somewhere watching and approves of how I’m trying to make sense of it all. I may have never bought into Micah and his Golden Light garbage, but Nash showed me greatness can be found in the unlikeliest of places.

For that and everything else he did, I owe him my life. In that respect and only that one, Micah was right.

Nash did have greatness inside him.