Ciara's PoV:
The next morning my phone rang while I was still half-asleep, eyes gritty from the night before. Sister Margaret’s cheerful voice filled my ear before I could even say hello.
“Ciara, good morning! Quick news—Father Andrew arrives today. He’s going to be assisting Father Chris permanently. We’re having a small welcome gathering tonight after evening Mass. Everyone’s invited. Make sure you come!”
I sat up so fast the room spun. “Father… Andrew?”
“Yes! Fresh from seminary in Chicago. Young, energetic, exactly what St. Agnes needs. See you at seven!”
She hung up before I could answer. I stared at the phone like it had betrayed me. A new priest. Right here. Right now. When Father Chris and I had only just started… whatever this was.
It should have been good news. Another shep
