Sinful Affairs
“Go on, my son. Confess, and unburden yourself.”
There was a long pause. Only his breathing filled the air. Then he spoke, voice low and uneven.
“I don’t even know where to start.”
“Start with the truth,” I said gently. “Whatever it is.”
He let out a shaky laugh, the kind that comes from despair rather than humor.
“I’ve done something unforgivable, Father.”
The word unforgivable always made me tense. I’d heard it too many times from too many mouths, yet it still had a sting.