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Saints Don't Moan Chapter 97
MiguelI had spent enough time trying to convince myself that I should leave Penelope alone. That was the problem. Every time I tried, something brought me back to her.A song, a place, a stupid little thing she said weeks ago. Even silence itself. Especially silence. The letter sat on my desk, I had reread it so many times I knew parts of it without looking. Please move on. I should have listened. That was what I kept telling myself. Penelope had made her decision- she had returned to the convent and she had told me to let her go. Yet, something about those words had never felt like her. Not completely. I picked up the letter again while Damien was sitting across from me, watching. “You’re doing it again.”I looked up, “Doing what?”“Reading the same letter.”“I wasn’t.”“You were.”I dropped it onto the desk while Damien leaned back. “You’ve been doing this for quite some time.”“I know.”“And?”I looked at the letter, “I don’t know.”“That isn’t true.”I frowned, “What?”“You do k
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 96
PenelopeBy the next morning, I knew something had changed. No one said anything. They didn’t have to but the glance lasted a little too long. Conversations stopped when I entered the room. The young nun who had helped me yesterday wouldn’t even so much as look at me during breakfast. I understood what was going on immediately. Matilda had spoken to someone. Maybe everyone. I kept my head down and finished my meal. I had barely set my spoon down when a sister approached me, “Mother Superior wants you.” What did she want? That scared me a bit.Of course Mother Superior needed me. I followed her through the corridors without asking why. When I entered Mother Superior’s office, Matilda was already there. She stood beside the desk with her hands folded neatly in front of her. As I stopped, Mother Superior looked at me. “Close the door,” she said. I did. “Come here.” I stepped forward. Mother Superior studied me for several seconds, “Sister Matilda tells me you’ve been making accusatio
Saints Don't Moan chapter 95
PenelopeI spent most of the morning pretending that I wasn’t waiting for the young nun, like I wasn’t waiting for an answer, or waiting for something, just anything. Anything that would tell me I wasn’t imagining what had happened to my letter. The waiting was worse than I expected. Every time footsteps passed outside, I looked up. Every time someone entered the corridor, I wondered whether it was her. By midday, I had almost convinced myself that she wouldn’t come. Perhaps, I had asked too much of her. I couldn’t blame her. I was basically asking her to break the rules for me. What had I ever done to her that would really make her help me? I wouldn’t blame her if she had changed her mind. Maybe the fear she had in her heart actually won. I couldn’t blame her if it had. I knew what happened to people who stepped outside the rules in this convent. I had learned this well enough. I was proof of what happened when you thought you could do things your way. I was returning from the din
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 94
PenelopeI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the letter Mother Superior had placed in front of me. My handwriting, my name. My words. Mixed words that I had never writtenTo Mother Superior, I had taken my time to write that letter, only for her to summon me and for me to tell her I meant otherwise. That must have been very confusing. It was almost more disturbing that if someone had forged the entire thing, whoever had altered it hadn’t needed to imitate me. They had simply taken something that belonged to me and changed its meaning. More importantly, I couldn’t stop wondering about Miguel. What had he received? Had he even received anything at all? I turned onto my side and stared at the wall. The letter I had written to him had been so simple, so heartfelt. I simply wanted him to know I hadn’t stopped loving him. That mattered to me. And if Matilda had altered that letter too, Miguel could be sitting in Oakridge believing something completely different. I squeezed
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 93
Miguel The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the silence. It had become almost routine now. For the first few seconds, before I was fully awake, I reached across the bed. My hand landed on an empty pillow, making me stop. Then I remembered, Penelope wasn’t there. I stared at the ceiling for a while before getting out of bed. I didn't want to admit how quickly this had become my new normal. Wake up, look for her, remember she wasn't there, check my phone, find nothing. I reached for my phone anyway. There were no messages. I opened our conversation, nothing. I just stared at the screen for a few seconds before locking it again. I wasn’t going to call her. I had already done enough. She had asked for space, and I had agreed to give it to her. Whatever happened next had to come from her. I walked downstairs and started making coffee.I reached into the cupboard, two mugs. I paused. For a second, I considered taking both. Then, I laughed quietly at myself and put one back. “Get a
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 92
PenelopeI walked back to my quarters slowly. I couldn’t seem to make my legs move at the pace they normally did. My mind was moving too quickly for the rest of my body to keep up with it. Someone had altered my letter. That was all I could think about. The only thing I could think about. Someone had taken the words I had written with my own hand and replaced them with words that made me sound uncertain. I stepped outside my room, for several seconds, I simply stared at the door. Mother Superior had believed the letter. No amount of conversation could have convinced her otherwise. She was deadset on making sure I learned my lesson. The thing was I was more sure in my decision than I had ever been. I mean of course, she had believed the letter. Why wouldn't she? The handwriting was mine. The signature was mine. The paper was mine. Whoever had done it hadn’t needed to forge my handwriting. They had only needed to preserve it. That thought frightened me more than anything else. I entere
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 2
•Penelope• I ignored the tingling between my thighs all evening. It didn’t help that during mass, Father Marshall, bless his soul—suddenly looked like Dr. Miguel Ramirez from the side. Same silver hair, same calm, unreadable expression. I blinked hard, looked back down at my prayer book, and
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 1
•Penelope•“I said no glue near your mouth, Noah.”I pulled the bottle gently from his hands before he could make a second attempt. The boys at Saint Jude’s Orphanage had a creative streak, which was a polite way of saying they spent most mornings testing how close they could get to trouble before
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 5
•Miguel• “Try this.” I held up the cream-colored blouse, half amused, half annoyed she hadn’t picked it herself. Penelope wrinkled her nose. “That’s something a kindergarten teacher would wear.” I arched a brow. “You work at an orphanage, you teach the children.” “okay, fine.” She snatc
Saints Don't Moan Chapter 4
•Penelope • The bell rang three times for afternoon prayer, and I was halfway through shelving the hymns when I headed the footsteps that didn’t seem to belong to any of the children. I stayed facing the shelves. Maybe if I just kept working, whoever it was would go away. But Mother Super
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