I woke up rather early the next day with a burning desire to go to church. I had not gone in a few weeks because my mind and life had unraveled into chaotic messes and discoveries in quick succession. Instead, I had stayed back, praying to God for help and direction and trying to find an exit from the whirlwind of deceit that had surrounded me.

The past months had been full of scheming and plotting, and I had been successful in my quest. I felt full of gratitude and hope. Evolving from a ...