“For these and all the sins that I have comple’ed during my life, I am sorry.”
Pierre was not sorry. This felt shallow, he did not believe what he did was wrong, and wouldn't have taken back a single second of it. But if he was so resolved to find meaning within his own life, and that of the world, where better to start than the church.
He’d like to think his own father and all those he left at Stonyhurst would be proud of him. But truthfully, his own mother and father stopped going to church after he was born, and those at Stonyhurst expected Pierre-Marie to turn into nothing more than a cheater and a sinner.
Growing up was funny, because he was more lost than he had ever been. Best keep the record clean if anything should happen to me. That much he knew, he had people after his life. Pierre exited the confessional, walking down the stairs and sliding into the first pew. “Ten ‘ail Mary’s, and an Our Father,” Pierre repeated.
