"How am I supposed to help him… if I don't want to?" Andrew's voice trembled slightly. "I'm sorry, Father."
He leaned his head against the wooden wall of the confessional, releasing a long, weary sigh. "I don't want to be good to them. They wronged me."
"Everything happens for a reason, child," came the calm voice from behind the metallic screen. The priest's tone was steady, patient. "You can always do right by your enemie, without them ever knowing."
Andrew lifted his head, eyes heavy with thought. "I'll take my leave, Father."
"May the Lord be with you, child," the priest replied gently.
Andrew bowed his head, pushed open the small door of the confessional, and stepped out into the stillness of the church.
The distant chanting of the choir filled the air.
"Hey, Andy."
Andrew froze. Of all places, he hadn't expected to see that person here—especially here, in a church.
He looked around quickly, making sure no one was watching, as the figure approached with slow, careful steps.
Andrew's expression remained cold, unimpressed. He didn't bother to hide it.
"I was at your school earl—"
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Sorry about this, today I wasn't supposed to post a chapter but due to the contest am in. Am not supposed to miss a day without post and I was caught up so all the chapters I wrote so far . I had planned to post them for next week since I have papers and am supposed to focus. I can't focus on two things at once.
So pleas3 understand.