Sister Rose had been sitting in the confessional for several hours, patiently listening to one parishioner after another. Just as exhaustion was beginning to get the better of her, the door to the neighboring booth opened once again.

"Good evening..." came a soft female voice. "My name is April, and I'd like to confess a terrible sin..."

"Welcome, April." Sister Rose replied, doing her best to conceal the weariness in her voice. "Of course, I'm here to listen. Though I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to be brief. It's been a rather busy evening."

"I'm the last one in line..."

"Oh." The Sister smiled faintly. "Wonderful. In that case, please, go ahead."

"Alright..." The woman let out a quiet sigh before beginning.

"I've been married for five years. No kids. Just an ordinary housewife, really..." She gave a nervous chuckle. "But that's beside the point. My husband, well... he's a very busy man. He hardly ever has time for me, and, honestly, it gets rather upsetting. Sometimes I feel as though he doesn't care about me at all."

Sister Rose listened in silence, gently nodding along as the woman spoke. She had heard this story a hundred times before and knew exactly where it was going. Still, she dutifully played her part.

"Please, go on."

"Right... Well, there was a leak in our house today. My husband hates having anything broken around the house, so I asked our neighbor to help. He's a reliable man. I can always count on him. And, to be perfectly honest... he's quite handsome."

Her voice grew quieter, apparently embarrassed by her own admission. This hardly surprised Sister Rose.

"Handsome, you say?"

"Y-Yes... Anyway, he went down into the basement to check the pipes. I followed him, and we got to talking... About rather... intimate things. Then he complimented me... And stepped closer... A little too close... And I..."

"And you couldn't resist the temptation?" Sister Rose thought ironically, silently shaking her head.

"...And I got scared and pushed him away. He fell. And stopped breathing."