Cody felt light headed, transported. He had been given a second chance. First, he’d been alert and no longer drugged when the killer had released him, so he could fight back. Then he’d managed to escape through the forest. Then, when he’d been sure that he would be found, hiding in the phone box on Mt Macedon, Michael had helped him. He’d been kind and unjudgemental. Then, later on, devastated and desperately unhappy because Phillippa had dumped him—not that he blamed her—wandering through the streets, he’d stopped right outside this house. And something had made Jason turn back and find him. And talk to him. And take him in.
Each time, someone or something had led him to safety. He’d been wrong. God wasn’t punishing him for his gayness. God wanted to see him safe, wanted him to have a life with Luigi, wanted him to be gay. Wanted him to be gay. Illumination flooded his brain. He was loved, not just by Cody, accepted not just by Jason and Cody and their friends, by the two old ladies in this magical home, but by God Himself.
Filled with intense joy and delight, he wept tears of happiness.