Chapter 8  I stood at the small pulpit in my simple gray nun’s habit, looking  down at the innocent faces

Chapter 7  I could hear Dominic’s roar echoing from the basement. The  sound was like that of a wounded beast,

Chapter 6  The night of the Christmas charity gala finally arrived.  The basement light flickered unsteadily as I sat in

Chapter 5  Sunday morning light streamed through the stained glass windows of St. Antonio Cathedral toward the altar. I sat

Chapter 4  The next evening, while I was preparing dinner in the kitchen, I heard heated arguing coming from the

Chapter 3  Three weeks of waiting were finally about to pay off.  I sat in the living room, pretending to