I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary and finally
answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadn’t counted in the equation
was her.

Grace Miller.

The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my
breath with just a look.

Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly,
my ruin.

Now I’m standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose
sides when it means losing a part of who I am?