Kt was a quiet evening.
Angela had just come back from choir rehearsal — her heart finally feeling light after Pastor Akin's confession.
She opened her Instagram, smiling at a DM from her little cousin.
But then… she saw it.
> Request from: Oluchi_WalksWithGrace
She squinted.
The name was familiar, but not quite.
She tapped it.
And what she saw?
Turned her bones to glass.
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Message 1:
> "Hi Angela. I know you don't know me well. But I've seen you around Peter a lot. And I feel like there's something you should know."
Message 2:
> "This isn't out of bitterness or drama. I just needed to breathe. And I think you deserve clarity."
Message 3:
(Screenshot)
It was a WhatsApp chat.
From a year ago.
> Peter: "Can we pray together tonight?"
Oluchi: "Sure. Audio or call?"
Peter: "Video. I like seeing your face when you speak in tongues."
Angela's breath caught.
She kept scrolling.
> Peter: "You're distracting, you know that? You say 'Jesus' but my mind goes somewhere else."
Oluchi: "Peter... we're supposed to be praying."
Peter: "And I am. Just… also praying for self-control."
Oluchi: "Peter."
> Peter: "Forget I said that."
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Angela's hands were shaking.
Another message from Oluchi followed.
> "He never touched me. And he apologized. But it happened more than once. The lines got blurry. And I left because I was starting to fall. Not in love — just... into confusion."
> "I know people think he's perfect. But we both know he's human."
> "I don't want to break you guys. I just didn't want you to feel blindsided. I was him… before you were."
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Angela closed her phone.
The room felt small. Her heartbeat louder than her thoughts.
She didn't cry. Not yet.
She just… froze.
Because it wasn't the messages that hurt most.
It was the timing.
Just when things felt whole.
Just when Peter had defended her like a soldier of light.
Just when she thought she could breathe again…
Sin showed up in screenshots.
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She didn't call Peter.
She didn't even message him.
Instead?
She walked out.
Sat under the tree where she once watched Sonia cry.
And whispered:
> "God, what do I do when the love I prayed for... isn't pure?"