Oh, God. Uriel was not allowed to chase the light and abandon him with a child and a red-headed Catholic.

“Uriel,” Zechariah laughed, uncomfortably. “You are not going to die from a cut on your hand.”

Words created reality, he prayed. For good measure, he slapped some water on Uriel’s face with his free hand.

“Come on, Uriel. Your- Abraham needs a father.”