“I can see your evil.”
The priest laughed—until she revealed what he had hidden for years.
The church was packed that morning. Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting colors across the polished wooden pews. Parishioners whispered prayers under their breath, their voices mingling into a soft hum that filled the sacred space.
Father Gregory moved slowly down the aisle in his ivory robe, a smile stretched across his face. To the congregation, he was the embodiment of purity and grace—a man who had dedicated his entire life to God’s service.
But Mara saw something else.
The little girl stood barefoot at the back of the church, her dress tattered and dirty from days of wandering the streets. She didn’t remember how long it had been….Read Full Story Here……………………..
