I realized now, as I cradled Lizzy’s rosary in my palm, that Lizzy was the reason for a lot of things. She was the reason for everything. Her death was a weight I carried with me always, a wrong I had to avenge. But what if I could change that? What if I could trade vengeance for love? That was what Christians were called to do, after all: choose love above all else.
How is he avenging his sister by becoming a priest who breaks his celibacy? That makes no sense.
