The voice—a woman’s—came from somewhere close. Like the other side of the fucking confessional. I leapt up from my chair, the legs screeching against the marble floor. “No, please, don’t,” she begged, probably knowing I was about to rip open the door to the priest’s chamber on the other side. “I didn’t mean to listen, but I was already here, and you started talking. I won’t say anything.”
