Wheeling Gull Isle sour handover

Daddy went quiet, but the meticulous cleaning did not stop. Nor did the crying. It felt as if Dinah had been crying more as of late than she had in her entire life thus far. The lack of his voice against the downpour was suffocating, and she peeps out another I'm sorry, because clearly she had said something he did not like.
The storm comes to a calm, and she wonders if maybe that means God has accepted her apology. But maybe not. She couldn't tell what He was thinking, and it made her so nervous. Was He looking down upon her with judgment? Disdain? Disappointment? Or was He pleased?
Should she be afraid of Him?
Her shivering comes to a stop, and she is pressed flush against his body in a tiny, gangly-limbed ball. He asks her if she knows what faith means, and she thinks she does, so she nods. It's like believing in God, right? She's hopeful he'll say yes, prove to her that she had done something right, because it felt like she hadn't done so in eons.