“Seems to be a bit of emotion there.” Wanda smiled gently. She reached her hand across the table to touch my arm. “You don’t have to tell me now if you don’t want to. You don’t have to tell me at all, if you don’t want to.”
The touch of her hand felt warm and reassuring. I found myself wondering if I should go ahead and confess, or if I should forever keep my final sin with Lynetta a secret. I felt myself draw a breath deep down to the bottom of my lungs and expel it in one brief gush. I set my fork to the side of my plate and looked down at the half-eaten food. I decided to confess. “I committed a horrible sin,” I said without looking up.
“A horrible sin?” she questioned softly. “You didn’t murder anyone, did you?”
“No,” I replied quietly and humbly. “But what I did could be considered
