"Good luck," Chris whispered in my ear then kissed my cheek just before we went inside the cathedral.
I thought I would need to pick a new priest to listen to my confession. My old priest had to be close to eighty now, but his familiar smile caught my attention when our eyes met.
He didn't look like he'd aged a day in the fifteen years since I'd seen him.
He gave me a little wave as soon as the parishioner he was with walked away, to indicate he was available, so I lowered my eyes to the floor and approached him.
He covered our heads with a large, light-weight cloth for privacy as we stood together and I started to recite the words of confession that came before recounting my innumerable sins over the last fifteen years.
"Katarina," he quickly interrupted.
"Wouldn't you be more comfo
