First message
Sister Anna lit a candle, the warm glow flickering against the cold stone walls. The church was silent until the heavy doors groaned open. A man entered, his steps uncertain as he approached the confessional.
Father isn’t here, Anna said softly.
The man exhaled shakilyCan I still confess?
She studied him for a moment, then nodded.
I’ve done something terrible,” he murmured.
Anna tilted her head, her voice calm yet firm Are you seeking forgiveness… or permission?”