Chapter One

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But, whoever commits adultery with a woman lacks understanding. He that does it destroys his own soul. (Proverbs 6:32)

August 12th 1992.

Caroline couldn't think straight. Her hands were shaking. She drove slowly, fighting to keep her attention on the road as she headed to Liberty Christian Church. It was Thursday, right? That meant counselling was ongoing. She would wait as long as it would take. She needed to talk to him in person, even if it meant waiting for hours. This wasn't the kind of conversation to be had over the phone.

She turned on the radio. Perhaps it would calm her racing heart. A song by Don Moen filled the car.

God will make a way where there seems to be no way.
He works in ways we cannot see.
He will make a way for me.
He will be my guide, hold me closely too His side.
With love and strength for each new day.
He will make a way
He will make a way.

Certainly, this song wasn't referring to her. God wouldn't make a way out of her predicament. It was referring to the righteous. She was a sinner. She had done something very terrible. Somthing beyond forgiveness. The disgrace was bound to come. The curses, the hatred from everyone especially Jack's family members. Songs like this never edified her. They rather made her feel guilt and regret.

She wanted to change the station but couldn't bring herself to do it. Something about the singer's voice kept her listening. He sounded so peaceful. Wasn't that the peace she craved. The peace she might have been capable of having until two months ago when she did the unforiveable. She sighed as she took a left turn.

Caroline thought about Jack Albert. Pastor of Liberty Christian Church. He'd be counseling people with marital issues by now. If only he knew the news that awaited him. What would become of his marriage and family? What would become of his congregation? She dreaded becoming the reason for the downfall of the church. God must absolutely detest her. She was surprised she was still alive. She expected to have been struck dead two months ago.

"It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God." Wasn't that what her late father, Paul Williams had always told her. He was a man of integrity. He would be so disappointed in her had he been alive. She hadn't been privileged to know her mother who had died of cancer. Caroline was seven months old at the time. The first and only child. No mother would be proud to Identify with a daughter like her. She was a disgrace.

She sighed as she pulled into the driveway leading to the church. She was shivering more now. She hadn't spoken to Jack since their fling, two months ago. He had called several times but she never answered. He never came back to Maddie's Diner and she was thankful for that. He texted her once begging her to keep everything a secret between them. He was such a hypocrite. How could he feed the Lord's sheep when he was a goat? How could he even stand on the Lord's Holy alter when he was dripping with sin?

Caroline drove into the church compound and packed under a tree. She stepped out of her car and looked around. Only three vehicles were parked. Two in the parking lot and one close to the church building. It was either the counselling sessions were almost over or only few came for counselling. She wouldn't be surprised if it were the latter. A blind man wasn't supposed to guide the blind. She felt pity for Jack's congregation. They probably loved the Lord. If only they knew who their pastor was; a wolf in a sheep's clothing.

Caroline walked into the church. No one was inside except for a woman sitting at the front bench. She walked to the woman and greeted.

"Good afternoon ma'am." She looked to be in her mid forties. "Please are you also here for counselling?"

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