As Father Damien stepped out of the confession room, he looked confused by Anna's words.
Uncle… how? he thought.
The guard escorted him through the stairs from the confession room back into the mansion. He saw Arnold talking to Anna.
"Get ready, Anna. The artist is here. Now that you are cleansed, we can get some portraits," he grinned.
Anna looked at him in disgust before going up the stairs to her room. As she turned to leave, she glanced at Father Damien and slightly bowed before walking away. A maid followed her upstairs. She walked through the steps, Father Damien and Arnold watching her until her footsteps faded.
Arnold cleared his throat, his eyes on him. "You have done well, Father."
Father Damien smiled. "Not me, but the Lord has done well."
Arnold smiled. "Yes, you are rig
