I sit on the front pew preparing to pray for the first time in ages. Then I see her, my Stella, running down the aisle, collapsing to her knees before the alter. I hear her pray for forgiveness. Her tears break my heart. I can't stand to see her tortured.

I kneel beside her, taking her hand in mine. Realizing it's me, she puts her head against my chest. I hold her, rubbing her back until she falls asleep.

With her in my arms, I exit the church. I'll take care of her now, for she's my Stella, my love.