Priest

-Kathrine Andrews: (Church by Chase Atlantic)

Sunday mornings usually felt slow and uneventful, but today was different.

I woke up earlier than usual, full of energy, so I decided to take my motorcycle to the gas station for a wash.

I usually do it every two weeks, but on days like this, when I wasn't feeling lazy, I'd make the trip weekly.

It was peaceful—no school, no expectations, just me and my bike.

Before leaving, I scribbled a quick note for my mom, letting her know where I'd gone.

The roads were quiet as I rode toward the gas station, the wind cool against my face.

But just as I was passing the church, I noticed Glyndon stepping out of her car.

She was wearing a modest dress, her hair pulled back neatly—looking every bit the good girl she pretended to be.

Of course, she was going to church. Her family was the conservative type, the kind that cared about appearances.