"Peace hasn't had any interest in me since I turned eighteen, but thanks, for the blessing."

With that Liam rose and slipped out of the confessional. The church suddenly felt too big, too much space as he stepped out of the claustrophobic booth. He glanced back at the still-shut door of the priest's side of the confessional, allowing himself a moment to imagine the unseen man on the other side, the owner of that soft, gentle voice.

He sighed quietly and headed for the door, out into the waiting afternoon.