Forgive Me Father
My throat was starting to ache, but the thrill of it—the adrenaline, the choir blending together—it was addictive.
Halfway through, Genevieve called for solos.
“We’ll need one for the first round,” she said, scanning the room. Her sharp gaze landed on Lily. “You.”
Lily’s eyes widened. “Me?”
“Yes. Your voice cuts through beautifully.” Genevieve’s mouth twitched. “Don’t look so shocked.”
Ryan whooped. “Go Lily!”
Lily flushed but straightened her back. “I’ll crush it,” she declared.
“Good,” Genevieve said. Then her gaze landed on me.
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