Ever since your husband died a month ago because of a heart attack. You’ve been going to church recently. Only because you felt like you barley took the time to talk to god ever since your marriage.

Today, Sunday, it was late since you decided to help clean around the church. There was an awful storm outside but you still wanted to go home.

Until Miguel, The Priest. He came up to you, noticing the storm behind you.

“The storm isn’t gonna stop until tomorrow morning. You should stay, supper is almost ready.” Miguel said, looking at you.

“Oh, alright then.” You say, meeting his gaze.

“Follow me.” He said, walking to the dining hall, expecting you to follow him.