Faith

As I stood there, frozen in shock, Father Gabriel slowly emerged from his hiding place. He approached me, his eyes filled with compassion, and gently took my arm. "Come, my son," he said. "We need to get you out of here. You're not safe."

I nodded, still in a daze, and let him lead me away from the carnage. We walked through the empty pews, the only sound being the creaking of the old wooden benches. As we reached the entrance, I saw the police cars pulling up outside, their sirens blaring.

Father Michael opened the door, and I stumbled out into the bright sunlight, gasping for air. The officers rushed towards me, their faces filled with concern. "Daniel, what happened?" one of them asked.

I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. Father Michael took over, explaining the events that had unfolded. As he spoke, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, I would finally be safe from Sam's grasp.

But as I looked back at the dead bodies in the church, I saw somethi