“What happened to the line in the sand?” “Ask me for a sin.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I—What?” “A sin, Aurora. I know you’re familiar with the term.” A cold cocktail of confusion pools in my stomach, peppered with a dash of annoyance. His tone is hard and the way he calls me by my formal name is even harder. I grit my teeth, staring at the priest’s moving mouth, despite not being able to hear a word that comes out of it. “Okay, tell me a sin, Angelo.”
