In the dimly lit confines of the small wooden confessional, a long haired brunette woman sat nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. She had come to this small church in the countryside on a whim, drawn by the promise of solace and anonymity. The coolness of the wooden booth enveloped her, calming her nerves as she waited for the priest on the other side to begin the sacrament.
The priest’s muffled voice echoed through the grate that separated them, “Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been far too long since my last confession.”
