As a priest, he could not simply abandon the dead. It was against his morals, his duties, and his values.
Regardless of the circumstances, they deserved to be laid to rest according to the proper rites.
The father, the mother and the elderly midwife. All three had lost their lives under this roof.
Unfortunately, he did not have the luxury of holding a proper funeral. Time was not on his side. Every moment he spent here increased the risk of someone discovering the child.
The village would awaken soon enough. Neighbours would notice the smell of corpses. Someone would come looking. And if word spread about what had happened inside this hut…
The priest's gaze drifted toward the infant.
The baby had fallen quiet, his tiny body wrapped in blankets, the scarf still covering his eyes.
A knot formed in the priest's stomach.
