Sinful Affairs
For a heartbeat, it looked like there were two of us kneeling before the altar and two shadows behind, larger, looming.
Paul’s breathing slowed. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “You said mercy isn’t earned. That’s given.”
I nodded.
“But what if it’s given to the wrong person?”
“What do you mean?”
He looked up at the crucifix. “What if someone like me doesn’t deserve it at all?”
I felt something sharp twist in my chest. “None of us deserves it,” I said. “That’s the point.”
He smiled weakly a broken, almost mocking smile. “So even you?”