Being in love was forbidden. Sunday upheld such rule, being notably more disciplined than other clergy members. Yet, why was he craving the love for another? He must be mad to be tempted by sin. But perhaps, if loving someone is a sin, then he’ll gladly be the sinner.

“Lord, forgive my weakness,” Sunday murmured, his hands clasped tightly in prayer. But his words faltered as the familiar sound of bootsteps echoed from behind. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was.