“We need to get home now. I don’t have another class until this afternoon and I won’t be able to focus until I have all of you.” Van laughs. “Homes so far away,” he teases. “I don’t care,” I bite out. “There’s a church down the road?” Van suggests with a wag of his brows. “Dirty–fucking–priest,” the three of us say in unison. This, this right here is everything I could have wished for. I got them all and they have me. We are sinners. In our home, all Sinners are Welcome.
