All Chapters of Forgive Me Father: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

CHAPTER 62EZRAI don’t know when I finally put the pen down. The last word—“soar”—sat there on the paper, surrounded by messy scrawls and smudged ink. My throat ached from humming under my breath. My hand hurt. My heart hurt more.But it was done.I exhaled shakily and leaned back against the headboard. For a second, I just stared at it—my song. The one we’d sing tomorrow. The one that, hopefully, wouldn’t get us laughed off stage.A soft knock.I turned, already knowing who it was.“Come in,” I said quietly.The door opened, and Father Dorian stepped in, still wearing his black shirt. His collar was slightly undone, sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly human for someone supposed to be holy.“You’re still awake,” he said, voice low.I rubbed my eyes. “Barely.”He walked closer, hands in his pockets. “Genevieve told me to leave you alone earlier,” he said, stopping near the bed, “but it’s almost midnight.”“Yeah.” I looked down at my notebook. “I finished it.”His brows lifted. “Can I

CHAPTER 64EZRAThe ride home was wild. Everyone was still running on leftover adrenaline from the win — singing off-key, cracking jokes, replaying videos from the performance. Dorian even smiled a few times, which was rare enough to make Lily whisper, “Did you see that? He smiled. Write it down. It’s a miracle.”By the time we got back to town, it was almost sunset. The moment the bus parked in front of the church, chaos broke loose. People were dragging bags, hugging each other, shouting “See you tomorrow!” like we hadn’t all just spent a week breathing the same air.I mumbled a quick “Bye,” to Lily and Jordan, clutching my backpack like a zombie. I hadn’t slept properly in days. My bones were humming with exhaustion.The moment I got home, I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and face-planted into bed.Sleep hit hard.I didn’t know how long I was out before the sound of my door opening made me groan. “If that’s Lily, I swear—”“Ezra.”My eyes snapped open. Not Lily.G

EZRAI stepped out of the confessional like my lungs were on fire. My collar felt too tight. My heartbeat was still trying to slow down, but it wasn’t obeying me.God, I shouldn’t have come this early.I fixed my shirt, ran a hand through my hair, and tried to pretend I didn’t look like I’d just—well—committed another sin in the holiest place possible.I barely made it out of the booth before I almost collided with Genevieve.“Ezra.” Her voice was crisp and sharp, the kind that could freeze a demon mid-flight.“ Genevieve,” I blurted, stepping back so fast I almost tripped over a pew. “Good morning.”Her eyes narrowed immediately, like she’d just found something suspicious and shiny. “You’re here rather early.”I forced a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Uh… yes, ma’am. I just—uh—came for confession.”She tilted her head, the way a hawk tilts before it dives for a rabbit. “Confession?”“Y-yes.” My voice cracked. “I… I haven’t, um, fasted for days, so I felt… guilty.”I hated how