Chapter One - Father, forgive me. I slept with a priest. Zoey’s POV “Peace be unto you, child,” comes the voice of a man I’m sure is not up to five years older than me. I always considered it mundane - the whole “calling priests ‘father’” thing. I mean, can’t we just say, “Priest” It didn’t matter, though, because what I want to say has been a weight on my shoulder for three years. And now, that weight is getting unbearable. Or so I think. “Bless me, father, for I have sinned,” There is silence for a while as the priest offers a short prayer. He then looks up, and I can’t see much, but he has plump, pink lips, slightly shrouded by a blonde moustache and beard. I swallow a lump.
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