Chapter 11
Nearly 20 years ago, in a gloomy September evening, a woman wrapped in a dark cloak paid a visit to a certain church on the outskirts of town. In her hands, she carried a beautiful baby boy. She walked hesitantly into the empty church with her knees threatening to buckle under her. Timidly, she approached the dimly lit altar. With every unsure step she took, she tried her best to keep the tears at bay.
Finally, the woman reached the foot of the altar. She looked up at the cross and let one tear slide down her cheek. She gave the boy a soft kiss on the forehead and laid him down the stairs before running off, never to be seen again.
20 years later, that boy stood in front of the same church in his black clerical uniform. He stared blankly at the altar from afar and wondered wh
