I know I shouldn’t have disappeared on you like that. That much is evident when I turn my head in response to the sound of your footsteps, seeing the look of partial anger and worry on your face. I turn my attention back to the large cross on the wall in front of me. I wrap up my prayer, cross myself, but stay on my knees next to the pew.

“I know what you’re going to say, and you’re wasting your time,” I murmur.