As Father Charlie Mayhew stepped up to the pulpit, a tension filled the air, enhancing his usual calm authority. He began his sermon in a soft, measured tone, allowing his words to wash over the congregation.

“Brothers and sisters,” he began, sweeping his gaze across the crowd before lingering on a young woman near the middle. “Today, we reflect on our humanity—our fragility and imperfections. Each of us carries burdens of temptation, guilt, and sin. Yet, through confession and redemption, we can find peace.” His words held weight, hinting at a deeper, personal struggle.

As he continued, his gaze returned to her, the woman with piercing eyes and an interest in the darker aspects of life. Just before turning away, he offered a subtle wink, a fleeting gesture easily missed.

After the service, Father Charlie moved through the church hall, exchanging pleasantries while anticipating their conversation at a nearby café. Seated across from each other, their discussion flowed effortlessly toward crime, morality, and the thin line between temptation and forgiveness.

A familiar tug of guilt gnawed at him, but he brushed it aside, savouring the connection. “It’s curious,” he mused, locking eyes with her. “We’re often drawn to the darker sides of life. Perhaps it’s our way of seeking understanding—unravelling the truths within ourselves.” He paused, a subtle challenge glinting in his gaze. “What do you see when you look into those shadows?”