The screen showed multiple days of Lolowfré watching something on her phone.

“You watch many perverse and inappropriate things and devoided yourself of the appropriate response of shame,” The Light said.

“There’s no shame needed,” Lolowfré said. “Everybody makes mistake.”

“What excuses how you live?” The Light replied. “They were willful choices that were wrong and misguided and misjudged. That was your mistake. And that is the problem. Should a city’s laws change if everybody decides to rob? No. The law should be upheld. Anything less is lawlessness.”

The screen played. It showed Lolowfré at work. It was of a more recent time. She was wearing a wedding ring. She had a desk job. She would go home to her husband who welcomed her home with many kisses and smiles. They had the house to themselves with subtle thoughts about having children.

Lolowfré and her husband would watch movies at home and go on dates more often than not.

One day, she met a co-worker who showed notable interest in her. He visited her office any time he had an excuse to and sometimes made up reasons to visit her. At one time, the co-worker brought necessary papers to Lolowfré and placed them on her shelf. Lolowfré accidently glanced at the co-worker while his back was turned to her. She then briefly observed him.

“You have been putting in a lot of work, Lolowfré,” the co-worker said. “You’ve caught us up big time. Could I treat you to a meal? How does that sound?”

“No, thank you,” Lolowfré smiled.

“Are you sure,” the co-worker smiled. “I know a great little place in town.”

“Are you talking about that Italian place near that school?” Lolowfré asked.

“You know it,” the co-worker said.

“I went to that school,” Lolowfré said.

“Oh, really?” the co-worker responded.

“Yeah,” Lolowfré said. “But I haven’t been to the restaurant. I’m not eager to go.”

“I normally eat there before I go to the gym,” the co-worker said.

“I could tell you went to the gym,” Lolowfré said.

“Most definitely,” the co-worker cheered. “It is a major stress reliever for me. I mostly go every other day.”

Lolowfré and the co-worker talked for ten more minutes. Days went by. When there was time, they would talk daily. Their topics consisted of anything from news to festive events in town. As co-workers, they eventually swapped phone numbers, with work in mind. But text messages became like conversations they had at work.

Several weeks later, Lolowfré had to work overtime. When she left her office building, the moon lit the sky. The co-worker was waiting outside. He noticed Lolowfré and said, “Done so soon?”

“Yes,” Lolowfré sighed. “I’m going to sleep like a rock. My only regret is that my day is gone. What are you doing out here?”

“My car is in the shop and I’m waiting for my brother to get here,” the co-worker said.

“You be safe,” Lolowfré said. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” the co-worker said.

Lolowfré began walking to her car.

“Wait,” the co-worker called out. “Lolowfré, do you mind taking me home?”

“What about your brother?” Lolowfré said.

“He is taking way too long,” the co-worker said.

No problem then,” Lolowfré laughed.

Lolowfré and the co-worker got into the car and took off.

“Much of my day was taken from me, too,” the co-worker said. “I wanted more time at the gym.”

“You can shoot for tomorrow,” Lolowfré comforted.

The car came to a red light.

“Lolowfré,” the co-worked said, “why don’t you come to the gym with me? Try something new. I bet it will take off stress from the day. You can still use a little bit of what’s left of day before you call it a night.”

“There is not day left,” Lolowfré joked.

“You know what I mean,” the co-worker said.

“I can give it a shot,” Lolowfré said. “But I don’t have any kind of gym clothes. I haven’t tried going to the gym in a while. I guess I do have one thing. But it doesn’t fit. It’ll be tight on me.”

“It’s not a problem at all,” the co-worker said. “There is usually only three people other than me there on this night of the week.”

“Okay,” Lolowfré agreed. “We can stop by my place and get my stuff.”

They drove to pick up the gym clothes for Lolowfré. All the lights were off. She was quickly in and out while the co-worker was in the car, messaging his brother. Afterwards, the two of them went to the gym.

The screen went blank.

“You need guardrails in a marriage, Lolowfré,” The Light said. “All marriages do.”

“I get that,” Lolowfré softly said.

“And so, you two spent two hours in the gym,” The Light said. “During this time, you saw your co-worker working out. You saw his sweat and muscles. And he saw your womanly form. You neglected to have concern for what you wore and how it would effect others. Through what your eyes saw, gave strength to the desires that were restrained within you. A great fire was kindled inside you. Like a drunkard, you gave your will over to that fire.”

The screen showed a picture of the wedding ring Lolowfré wore on her finger.

“Did you follow your heart on that night after the gym?” The Light asked.

Lolowfré said nothing and put her hands over her face.

“Where did you go after the gym?” The Light asked.

Lolowfré lifted her head and removed her hands from her face. She had a red face and tears. “I went to his house,” she said.

“Did anyone force you to go to his house?” The Light asked.

Wiping tears from her face, Lolowfré answered, “No. No one forced me.”

“You went of your own choice,” The Light said.

“It was just once,” Lolowfré cried. “Just once. Just once.”

“You are nonetheless an adulteress,” The Light said. “Is it good to be an adulteress? What good is an adulteress?”

“I don’t know,” Lolowfré cried.

“You gave yourself to that man that night,” The Light said. “The next day, you were already justifying your actions. You didn’t see your co-worker the next day. He did not visit your office. He remained at his office and gathered his belongings. He never revealed to you that it was his last day at work. He had given a two weeks’ notice. That knowledge did not reach your ears in time because he worked in a different department of that building. He would have told you. But there were urgent family matters he had to attend to. You chose not to contact him because he no longer worked there. He did the same.”

The screen showed Lolowfré walking in a park with her husband and other times they spent together after she committed adultery.

“He didn’t know,” The Light said. “He was unaware of what you did.”

The screen went off.

“It was a complete year and six days until you saw your old co-worker, again,” The Light said.

The screen turned on.

Lolowfré was on a lunch break, sitting at a table in front of an indoor mall café. She was eating a salad and reading a book.

“What are you reading?” someone said as they walked to the table.

Lolowfré looked up and saw her old co-worker. “It’s been a while!” she smiled. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been great!” the co-worker cheered. “How are you?”

“My lunch break is almost over,” Lolowfré said. “I’m just relaxing and reading this book. I’m really into it. It’s about this young man bringing love to the people around them.”

“We should catch up,” the co-worker said.

Lolowfré grinned.

“Do you have plans after work?” the co-worker asked.

“I can make time,” Lolowfré assured him.

They said goodbye and parted ways. Later that day, when the sun was setting, Lolowfré exited her job. She saw her co-worker leaning on his car. He parked beside her. “Follow me,” he said.

Lolowfré got in her car and followed behind the co-worker’s car. They arrived at the destination. She got out of the car and followed him into his house.

The screen turned off.

“It’s not my fault,” Lolowfré sobbed. “It’s not.”

“You are responsible for your actions,” The Light said. “And he is responsible for his actions. You gave yourself over to lust. When that man entered your life for a second time briefly, you wanted more.”

The screen turned on. Lolowfré could be seen holding the co-workers hand as he guided her upstairs and to his bedroom. He took his shoes off and she went to peek out of the window.

Something started buzzing. Lolowfré took her cellphone out. Her husband was calling. She didn’t answer. After the phone stopped buzzing, he sent a text message saying, “I’m making pizza tonight.”

The co-worker walked up to Lolowfré.

“What’s the matter?” the co-worker said.

“Let’s not do this,” Lolowfré said. “This isn’t right. Can’t you tell? I’m married.”

“That didn’t stop you before,” the co-worker said. “What does it matter that you are married?”

“It’s not right,” Lolowfré insisted. “I know it. And you know it, too. I’m leaving.”

Lolowfré walked away. Before she exited the room, he hand was violently grabbed.

The screen turned off.

Lolowfré was crying. “He had his way with me, against my will,” she sobbed.

“You are not at fault for his crime,” The Light said.

The screen turned on.

Lolowfré looked at the screen. It showed her husband in tears.

“A child was conceived from what happened that night,” Lolowfré said. “I chose to tell my husband everything. I didn’t want the baby.”

“The child was yours,” The Light said.

“It was a product of something atrocious!” Lolowfré responded. “I made sure I had an operation to get rid of it.”

“Who committed the crime that assaulted you?” The Light asked.

“That pathetic man!” Lolowfré argued.

“Why punish the child as if they were the criminal?” The Light said. “When you allowed your child to perish, you were a victim that allowed another to also be victimized. Are you not like a mother that neglects to care for and protect her children? No matter where on earth the child is, you are naturally responsible for protecting them as best you can. Had you not been listening? I knew that child while he was in your womb.”

“You were not going to force me to carry that baby!” Lolowfré shouted.

“And I didn’t,” The Light said. “I gifted you with free will. I blessed you with choice. I would not violate that free will. I sent things to encourage you to do the right thing. People were placed in your life to show you honest and blameless alternatives, to give you true choice. But you felt you had no choice.”

“What that man chose to do ruined me,” Lolowfré cried.

The screen showed a giggling baby.

“What you failed to realize,” The Light said, “is that the child I sent you would have comforted you through the pain you had from being violated. You would have sprouted joy when you saw the innocence of your child. That child would have helped you heal. You would have been a mother who loves her child.”

Lolowfré looked at the screen.

“After you told him,” The Light continued, “your husband was understanding and compassionate toward you. He wanted to raise the child. Even though individuals told you that a child isn’t alive during early stages of pregnancy, you didn’t know. Even if you were ninety-nine percent sure, what are you guilty of doing it anyway?”

The view on the screen of the smiling baby switched to a build. A man could be heard speaking. Another man replied to him saying, “What are the chances? Go ahead and demolish it. It’s not wanted. We need to begin rebuilding quickly. Time is money, fellas.”

The building was demolished. Two hours later, a woman came rushing to the man. She was shouting. “My son!” she cried. “My baby boy!” Men came to her aid. After she composed herself to speak, she explained. One of the men who listened went to the man in charge and informed him that the lady’s son and his friends would play in the building they just demolished. “Until you knew without a doubt there was absolutely no one in there, you shouldn’t have destroyed that building!” the mother shouted.

The bodies of the children were recovered and then the screen turned off.

“It was out of love that I gave you choice, Lolowfré,” The Light said. “All your life I was patient with you and your actions.”

Lolowfré continued to cry. “My heart . . . it’s wicked,” she said. “It’s sick. It’s vile.”

“It was because of love that Jesus came,” The Light said. “He took the punishment for sin. All the vile things you did. Jesus paid it all in full. It was a free gift. But you did not receive it. You were called, but you did not answer.

“Do you know why your husband responded with such love to your adultery?” The Light asked. “You noticed the change in him. You noticed he wasn’t the same person you married. He had heard the Good News of Jesus. Your husband had repented of sin, yes, he turned from sin. And he put his trust in Jesus Christ. He no longer got drunk. He no longer used vile language. He stopped watching inappropriate videos. After you betrayed your husband, he forgave you, just as I forgive those that repent and trust Jesus.

“After your husband forgave you, you betrayed him yet again,” The Light said. “You hated him. You hated him because he wanted to keep the child. He only told you that one thing and chose not to force you on your decision. You filed for divorce and wanted nothing to do with him, even though you knew it brought him great pain, which is partly why you did it.”

The screen turned on and showed a young, black man with a scar on his cheek talking with Lolowfré.

“Do you remember this young man?” The Light asked.

“Yes?” Lolowfré replied.

“He was the last person to share with you the message of Jesus Christ,” The Light said. “Prior to that, your husband shared with you. But you neglected it. You were nonchalant to the message. It meant nothing to you. You were not for it or against it.”

“I can’t take anymore,” Lolowfré sobbed. She could suddenly feel her rising realization grow. Fear seized her. The place quaked. “Please, let me go.”

The screen turned on and flipped through all the bad things Lolowfré did and other things that did not display before.

“Lolowfré,” The Light called. “You have committed serious crimes against God, your creator. You loved the creation but not The Creator. You lied and cheated and stole. You are a dishonest person, guilty of many deceits and deceptions. From your mouth spilled vile things and blasphemy. You engaged in perverse acts and did not honor Me. You transgressed against your husband and hated him. You had no relationship with Me, nor did you care. I must see that justice is served. You have violated your conscience and broke the laws of Eternal God Almighty. Evil must be punished. Wickedness must be punished. I provided a way out, but you had nothing to do with it. Pity won’t blind justice. The punishment for committing an offence against an Eternal God, is an Eternal punishment.”

“No!” Lolowfré shouted. “No, no, no! Please, God!”

And The Light shouted, “Depart from me!”