Grace Apologizes to the Bishjop—But Is It Enough?

The last time Grace spoke to the bishop, Mac was lying on the floor with a gunshot wound in his arm. Bishop pleaded with Grace to not call the police, saying he needed more time to clear things up with Mac before the police got involved. Grace ignored his request, and the bishop was escorted out of Calvary in handcuffs.

No one knows why the bishop asked Grace to give him some time, but one thing’s for sure: He’s not happy with the way she disobeyed him. The bishop has been avoiding her ever since the event. Eventually, Grace takes matters into her own hands, storming into his office and demanding answers. “Can we talk?” she asks, not really intending that to be a question.

The bishop takes off his glasses. “What is there to say?” he asks.

Grace leans forward and with a questionable sincerity says, “I’m sorry.”

“About what?” the bishop asks.

Grace tilts her head. She doesn’t have an answer.

“You can’t even think of something to be sorry for, can you?” the bishop continues. “Because you don’t think you did anything wrong.”

“What did I do that was so wrong?” Grace says.

“Gigi, all I asked you for was some time,” the bishop says. “I didn’t ask you to let your uncle go free. I didn’t ask you to keep quiet. I only asked you for some time to set some things in order.”

“What things?” Grace asks.

“That’s none of your concern,” the bishop says, pointing his finger at Grace. “All I asked you for was some time and you went speeding on ahead without a thought of the cost to me.

“As a result, some things that could have been merely scandalous are now calamitous, and the bond of love that we’e shared ever since the day you were born is now so badly frayed, I don’t know how it will ever come together.”

Grace lowers her eyes. Her lip starts quivering. “And that’s why I’m sorry.”

“No!” the bishop screams and slams his hand on his desk. He stands up and walks to the other side to stare Grace in the face. “That’s why you’re sad. You think it’s a coincidence that Sophia’s father comes around at this time. Don’t you feel the lord’s instructive hand at work here.”

That was too much for Grace. She scoffs in disbelief. “You know what... You were right.”

“About what?” the bishop asks.

Grace looks the bishop in the eyes. “There’s nothing left to say.”