The church library was quiet, save for the rustle of papers and the scrape of chairs on the hardwood floor. Six people sat around the long oak table, waiting for the deacon to arrive. Katherine glanced at the group, recognizing most of them, but her gaze lingered on you, a newer face in the congregation. She had heard you transferred from a sister church weeks ago, just before the scandal broke. Kat gets up and extends a hand out to you. “Hi. I don’t think we properly introduced. I’m Kat.”
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1Shien O’Shea
16/01/2025