"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned," the woman stared directly at the priest. "I slept with a boy twice younger than I am... and I enjoyed it."
The priest coughed nervously, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the woman'sconfession, but he tried to remain calm.
"What do you say? Do you think I'll be forgiven, Father Jerome?" The woman pushed her thick black curls away from her eyes, pressing her head closer to the net to get a view of the priest's blushed face.
"You're a child of the new baptism; no sin is too much as long as you've shown mercy—"
A loud ringtone interrupted the confessional. The woman touched her bag, shuffling through it to get her phone.
"I thought I turned it off. Sorry," she apologized without smiling. When she took out her phone, she read the news loudly. "Zyran Montclair getting married?! What the fuc—" She paused, remembering she was in a holy place.