Chapter 1
Nova’s POV
The heavy wooden door of the chapel creaked as it closed behind me. I stepped inside. The last rays of the Friday evening sun shone through the stained-glass windows, filling the room with deep red and golden colors.
My heart pounded hard against my chest.
I could still taste the salty ocean air on my lips. Outside, the sound of waves crashing against the shore echoed in the distance, making the chapel feel alive.
I didn’t stop at the usual side of the confessional.
Not tonight. No way.
For months now I had been coming to this same chapel almost every week.
At first it was just to sit in the back pew and watch Father Damien move through the space with that calm steady way of his.
I would pretend to pray but really my eyes kept drifting to the way his cassoc
