Ann nodded. "Because silence is what kept me bound. But confession—bringing it into the light—that's what broke the shame."
Felicia sighed. "You're brave, Ann. Really brave."
Ann grinned. "I'm not brave. I'm just grateful."
Felicia smiled too. "Maybe it's time I started healing too…"
Ann squeezed her hand. "When you're ready, He's already waiting."
They sat in silence for a few seconds. Then Felicia whispered, "What did you pray… the first time you really surrendered?"
Ann reached for her phone and opened a note she had saved.
She read aloud:
"God, I'm tired. I've tried to fix this myself and I've failed. I give You everything—my weakness, my habits, my guilt, my shame. Take it. Heal me. Fill me with Your Spirit. Teach me how to walk with You daily. I don't just want to stop sinning—I want to start truly living. I believe You love me. I believe You died for me. I'm Yours."
Felicia nodded slowly. "Can I pray it too?"
Ann beamed. "Let's pray it together."