Elena stood up from her seat. She had done what she promised—she had heard her husband's story and perspective. But Elena's own beliefs held firm.
She couldn't in good faith stay married to a man when her own feelings were so messy. And though it was harsh to say, Elena wasn't sure she could rely on her husband. Already, he had let her down so many times.
"If you don't have the divorce papers I signed still, I'm happy to send you a new copy," Elena said. "I still have Mr. Fabio's number, so I can get everything sorted with him—I know you have a busy schedule so don't worry about it. Besides, I'd like to apologize to Mr. Fabio in person anyways."
Elena opened the confessional door, ready to leave.
"Wait!" Max cried out. He took a breath. "Just one moment, Elena—please."
"Why?" Elena as
