CHAPTER 7EZRA I shouldn’t have gone.I told myself I wouldn’t. That I’d keep my head down, focus on classes, and stop acting like my entire body belonged to sin. But by the time the sun dipped and the church lights glowed faint against the sky, I found myself standing outside the confessional.My hands were clammy. My chest tight.“Just the older priest,” I whispered to myself. “Just Father Barnes or Father Clarke. That’s all.”I pushed the door and slipped inside. The wood creaked. The air smelled like incense and old polish. I knelt, heart pounding, and the little screen slid open.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I said, voice shaking.Silence. Then a deep voice. Too deep.“Go on.”My stomach dropped. It wasn’t Barnes. It wasn’t Clarke.It was him.Father Dorian.My throat closed, but words tumbled out anyway. “It’s been… it’s been one week since my last confession.”“What do you wish to confess?” His voice was calm. I squeezed my hands together. “I… I’ve been struggling w
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