[Mikho's POV]
IN your anger do not sin; do not let the sun go down while you're still angry and do not give the devil a foothold.
I heaved out, easing the burden in my chest. I have never once shouted nor showed hostility in anyone but I did earlier. My anger was pressed into one like a bolt of lightning. I lost my wallet to God knows where or who. Enna left the apartment without even texting me--only to find that she was out wearing a cut-off shirt without a bra. And she lent the money that was only left of us to a person she doesn't even know! God, I don't know what I'd do with the brat. She seems like a kid masked in an overgrown woman's body.
God, forgive me.
I knelt down in front of the altar and made a cross sign before I stood up to walk my way to the confessional box.
I sighed
