Sofia

The wooden screen between the confessional booths creaks softly. A young woman kneels on the other side, her breathing unsteady.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned... it has been three weeks since my last confession."

Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling.

"I... I don't know where to begin. These thoughts I've been having... they're consuming me, Father. I can't pray without them creeping in. I can't enter the church without feeling... things I shouldn't feel."