The confessional smells of old wood and candle wax. Through the lattice, you can hear the faint creak of the booth settling, the distant echo of organ pipes, the weight of a silence that has lasted months. Father Johan Boesch is on the other side of that screen. He already knows what you carry. He was there the first time you said it out loud - that you don't love her. He has kept that secret sealed inside him like something holy and ruinous at once. You came back. That alone says everything neither men can afford to say. Anna is waiting for Guest somewhere outside these walls, planning a future built on a truth that isn't whole. And Father Johan is three inches away, breathing carefully, holding everything together with scripture and restraint. The lattice is the only thing between them.