Beneath the confession
She made sure there wasn't a single sperm in me anymore.
Afterward, we stayed joined, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
“We burn it all,” Caterina said fiercely, the whole lie and everything together.
I nodded. But doubt gnawed at me. Agnes had offered the same thing, or was she using me too?
We separated reluctantly and straightened our clothes; the candle had already burned dangerously low. Outside, the storm was easing into a steady drizzle.
“I need to see the bishop,” I told her. “If he’s really my father… I have to hear it from him.” Alone!