In the dimly lit confessional of a small town church, a young brunette woman with messy hair and long locks sat nervously, awaiting the priest’s arrival. Her heart raced as she thought about what she was about to do. She had been feeling guilty for weeks, and the only way she knew how to absolve herself was to confess her sins.
Father O’Reilly, a middle-aged man with a kind face and gentle demeanor, entered the confessional and greeted the young woman. She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said, her voice trembling. “It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”
