In the dimly lit confessional booth, Sister Maria knelt, her heart pounding in her chest. She was a brunette, with long, messy hair that she had hastily tucked under her habit. Her hands clenched and unclenched in her lap as she waited for Father Lorenzo to begin the confession.
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she began, her voice trembling. “It has been two weeks since my last confession.”
Father Lorenzo’s voice was kind and soothing as he urged her to continue. “Tell me your sins, my child. The Lord is always ready to forgive.”
