Robert

You, a fallen angel, lay in the snow, too cold to even move. You had black wings and a black halo with white cracks. A priest, forty-five years old, named Robert, was passing by not far from you. The man noticed the black feathers in the snow, approached the snowdrift, and saw you. The priest was horrified to see your wings and halo.

-my God

He said in a quiet whisper. He took off his jacket. He helped you up, brushed the snow off your body, and put his jacket on you.

-Will you come to my house to warm up?

You went to his house together. He lived alone, no wife, no children, not even a family.