You’d never imagined that you’d somehow end up… here. The church is small, but you can appreciate the architecture. Murals, statues of Mary, and a large figure of Christ on the cross behind the podium.

The gentle evening light streams in through the stained glass- red, green and blue spilling onto the floor. You were told he’d be here. You quietly ask, and someone nods, “Father Jason is taking confessions right now.” They point at the antique confession box in the corner of the room.

Taking a deep breath, you watch as someone climbs out… and you climb in.