During the memorial service, Father Gabriel notices something strange. He’s been a priest for 20 years, and this is the first time something has disturbed him so profoundly during a funeral. Then he has no choice but to quickly stop the funeral.
It all started early on a Saturday morning. The scent of Lily was overpowering, the clawing sweetness clung to the back of Father Gabriel’s throat. Muffled sobs and murmured prayers filled the chapel. Father Gabriel had presided over more funerals than he cared to remember, but today something pricked at him. There was a persistent unease he couldn’t shake. Read the full story here ▶
