✞ Matthew 6:15 ✞
✞ "But if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." ✞
✞ Sister Jude, or rather, Judy Martin, the former head nun of one of the most infamous mental hospitals in the small city of...
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✞ Romans 6:23 ✞
✞ For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. ✞
Author's Note: I know how this possible is amalgamation of Atonement (AO3) and somewhat Release (ff.net) as some of my favorite stories which aren't from Wattpad, nevertheless, I wanted to experiment with some mix and controversial plot twist that is worth at all! I hope you like and enjoy this chapter!
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--- The Next Day ---
--- 28th of December, 1964 ---
The morning after approached sooner than expected.
In the wee hours of the morning, the ambitious Monsignor and Jude fled his office altogether after collecting sufficient rest through the night, despite the insomnia that perched on the holy priest's eyelids the last night, in fact, he's supervising per an hour his former right hand's condition until he found himself drifting off asleep on his bureau.
As soon as the former devotional woman of the cloth had a poor-quality breakfast along with the myriad of patients and pretended to swallow her daily medicament, Timothy after brewing his coffee and reentering his austere office phoned Father Malachi, his mentor urgently.
When the midnight black, glossy earpiece was clung to Timothy's ear, his strong, pristine fingers curled around the earpiece, while his solely free mammoth, veiny hand grasped the plain white, porcelain mug's handle as he sipped his own morning coffee, awaiting the following phone call. An eerie flat line crinkled across his pale-pinkish, caffeine-stained lips.
Fortunately, the young possessed woman of the cloth hasn't bumped into the man of the cloth and belittled him with her daredevil game. That was a dab of relief, ameliorating his thoughts, although the imminent, unpredictable clashes that awaited between her and him if he didn't play his cards right and call exceedingly the senior priest for the exorcism.
