Sunday Mass in four decades. He’d heard her confessions every week since he took over from the old pastor.
She was a good person, but she’d confessed every one of her uncharitable thoughts. And Patrick wasn’t sure if she’d believed that she was free of sin before she’d died. He didn’t know that he’d offered her an ounce of comfort or whether she was filled with guilt as she took her last breaths.
He didn’t know what it was all for.
All he knew was that he would die with the sin of wanting Sasha on his soul. And he didn’t know if it was enough to condemn him, but it was enough to make him question why he was still here. As a priest. In a church.
He wondered if he still had faith. If he’d ever had faith or if he had just wanted to hide from all of the hard things in life—falling in love, having his heart broken, investing enough in personal relationships to really have it matter.
He was about to pour himself a very large scotch when his phone rang. Dammit. He hoped it wasn’t another emergency with a parishioner. He sighed when he realized that it was his brother. Chris probably just needed someone to hang out with, and that he could do. His brother didn’t expect anything or project any of his bullshit on him because he really didn’t dig deep enough to have any angst. Patrick wondered if he would be better off if he was more like him.
“Patrick.” That one word from his brother sounded wrecked, and fear pricked at Patrick.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dad fell.” Patrick’s heart sank. Their father wasn’t the most open and loving, but he had always been there. He was the kind of guy who didn’t say “I love you” very often but had all of your paperwork. If something was really wrong with him, Patrick wasn’t going to be able to hide from his pain behind his collar. “He’s okay, but we need to get him to the hospital to get him checked out.”
“I’ll be right there.”
When Patrick got to their house, Chris had coaxed their dad—limping—out the front door and onto the stoop. Patrick jogged up the walk and grabbed their dad’s other arm over his grumbling.
“I’m fine.”
“I’m sure that’s why you’re limping.”
His father grimaced. “I told this bozo not to call you.”
“Well, he did one non-bozo thing and called me.”
Chris snorted. “He was trying to change the light bulb at the top of the stairs.” The very steep stairs that weren’t up to any sort of code. He’d be calling Nolan & Sons—Jack’s dad’s company—to get a fix for that in the morning. Patrick’s dad didn’t like to take charity, but Sean Nolan was the only man cussed enough to get past Danny Dooley’s front door when he was in a fit of pique.
By the time they’d loaded their father into Chris’s car and gotten him checked out in the ER—nothing was broken, just a sprained ankle—Patrick was wrung out. He just wanted to go home and go to bed.
But after they got his Dad home and jointly carried him upstairs to his bedroom, he had to talk to Chris about how they were going to make sure their dad stayed home and in bed long enough to heal.
“Can you check on him tomorrow and cover at the bar?” Patrick asked.
Chris blanched. “I have a big case going to arbitration next week—”
Patrick didn’t know why it was this time that he snapped, but it was. “Of fucking course.”
“Dude,” Chris said, like it was an affront to have to pitch in like a member of an actual family.
“You always have a big case.” Patrick rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. “No wonder Bridget dumped you.”
That was way pettier than he’d meant to be, but he was at his wit’s end. His baby brother had shown up today, and he should be grateful. But all of the weight on his shoulders felt too heavy. His parishioners, his family, the fact that his feelings for Sasha weren’t going away—he was ready to collapse under the weight of it.
The fact that his father had called Chris instead of him today was part of it. Danny looked at his lawyer son as a success. Meanwhile, he looked at Patrick like he was some sort of disappointment. The only person in the family who’d understood him—his mother—had died, and he was alone.
Other than Jack, who was too busy getting ready to welcome a baby right now