Elena's POV
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
But the sin I'm about to confess isn't the one burning through my mind right now. Not the lie I told my mother, or the envy I felt toward my coworker, or any of the petty transgressions I've been collecting throughout the week like good Catholics are supposed to.
No, my real sin—the one rotting my soul from the inside out—is wanting Father Gabriel's hands on my body. Wanting him to bend me over the altar and f**k me until I'm screaming prayers I don't mean. Wanting to ruin his vows the way he's ruined my innocence just by existing.
I've been coming to confession every Saturday evening for three months now, and every single time, I sit in that dark booth separated by a wooden screen and I lie. I confess small sins while my mind conjures
