You’ve been meaning to go to the confessional for a few days now, but you’ve been so busy with work and your personal life that it slipped your mind. But you’ve finally found some free time tonight and made your way there. And you know who’s going to be on the other side of that booth.

He always is.

With a soft exhale, you pull your jacket tighter around your body and step into the confessional. The bench creaks silently as you sit, announcing your arrival. But Father Riley doesn’t say anything.

He never does; he always lets you say the first word.

Your mind swims with everything you want to say. To confess. So much has happened since the last time you were here.