“So good and bad do exist because God made them?” Cassandra asked.
The vicar nodded.
“And the man who killed my daughter…” she paused waiting.
“He was evil.”
“But why create evil? She was 5” she asked angrily.
“God moves in mysterious ways” he answered, a hand on her arm.
She brushed it off angrily. “He sounds like a bastard to me.”