FAZER LOGINThe night carried a strange stillness.Not peaceful.Not quiet.But heavy—like something unseen was waiting to happen.John sat alone in his office, staring at the papers before him.Unmoved.Unread.The candle beside him flickered, casting restless shadows across the walls, but his attention wasn’t on the room.It was on everything unraveling beyond it.Christiana’s distance.Joy’s presence.Sister Maria’s growing suspicion.Everything was tightening.Closing in.And for the first time in a long time—John didn’t feel like the one in control.A knock came.Soft.Deliberate.He didn’t need to ask who it was.“Come in,” he said quietly.The door opened.Joy stepped inside.She didn’t hesitate.Didn’t look unsure.She moved like someone who belonged there.John watched her closely.“You’re becoming predictable,” he said.Joy closed the door behind her.“And you’re becoming easier to read,” she replied calmly.Silence.John leaned back slightly.“You shouldn’t be here.”Joy tilted her he
The night did not feel like night anymore.It felt like a countdown.The bell for evening silence had long been rung, yet the convent refused to sleep.Not truly.Something restless moved beneath the quiet—something unseen, but deeply felt.Christiana sat on her bed, her breathing uneven, her thoughts louder than ever.Everything was slipping.Too fast.Too suddenly.And she could feel it—The end of control.Across the room, Joy lay still, her eyes open in the darkness.Waiting.Listening.Sensing.Beside them, Veronica turned slightly in her bed.She hadn’t spoken much all day.Hadn’t looked at either of them.And that silence?It was louder than anything else.Then—Veronica sat up.The sudden movement cut through the stillness like a blade.Christiana’s head snapped up.Joy didn’t move.“Veronica?” Christiana called softly.No response.Veronica stood up slowly.Her movements were stiff.Determined.“I need some air,” she said quietly.But something about her tone—It wasn’t casua
The silence that followed Joy’s visit did not fade.It lingered.In the walls.In the corridors.In John’s mind.John remained in his office long after she left.He didn’t sit.He didn’t move.He just stood there, staring at the door as if it might open again.As if she might walk back in.But she didn’t.And somehow… that was worse.He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.Everything was slipping.First Christiana.Now Joy.And somewhere in between—Sister Maria.Watching.Waiting.It was no longer a secret.It was a situation.And it was growing beyond his control.Meanwhile, back in the dormitory, the atmosphere was just as tense.Christiana sat on her bed, her fingers tightly clasped together.Her eyes kept drifting toward Joy.Watching her.Trying to read her.But Joy gave nothing away.She lay still, calm, as if nothing had changed.As if she hadn’t just walked into John’s office and shifted the entire balance of power.Christiana finally spoke.“What did you do?”Joy
The evening air felt heavier than usual.Even the silence in the convent carried tension.Joy walked slowly down the corridor, her steps soft, controlled. She wasn’t wandering.She was going somewhere.Deliberately.John was in his office when he heard the knock.Soft.Measured.He frowned slightly.“At this hour?” he murmured.“Come in.”The door opened.And Joy stepped inside.John’s expression immediately changed.“You,” he said quietly.Joy closed the door behind her.Calm.Unbothered.“Good evening, Father.”John straightened slightly.“You shouldn’t be here.”Joy smiled faintly.“Funny,” she said. “You’ve said that before.”The words hung in the air.John’s jaw tightened.“This isn’t a game, Joy.”Joy took a few slow steps forward.“I know,” she replied.“That’s why I’m here.”Silence.John watched her carefully now.“You should leave,” he said.Joy stopped in front of his desk.“Or what?” she asked softly.John didn’t answer.Because he knew.She already had the advantage.Joy
The night stretched long and restless.Three beds.Three girls.Three different fears.And one mind pulling the strings.Veronica lay on her side, facing the wall, her eyes wide open.Sleep refused to come.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again—The dim room.The candlelight.Christiana… and Father John.Too close.Too familiar.Too wrong.Her chest tightened.I should tell someone…The thought came again.Stronger this time.Clearer.But then—Joy’s voice echoed in her mind.“And what happens after that?”Veronica squeezed her eyes shut.Her thoughts tangled.If she spoke… everything would change.If she stayed silent… she would be part of it.And that frightened her even more.Slowly, she turned her head.Across the room, Christiana lay still.Too still.As if pretending to sleep.Veronica’s heart ached slightly.Why would you do this…?She wanted to ask.To understand.But now… she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer.Christiana wasn’t sleeping.Not even close.Her mind wa
The next day felt… too normal.Sunlight filled the convent courtyard. The sisters moved about their duties as usual—washing, sweeping, praying.But beneath it all, something invisible had shifted.Three people now carried the same secret.And only one of them was calm.Joy.She stood by the well, drawing water slowly, her movements unhurried. From the outside, she looked like any other sister completing her task.But her eyes were elsewhere.Watching.Calculating.Across the courtyard, Christiana walked beside Veronica.Too close.Too careful.Joy noticed it immediately.Christiana was trying to control the situation again—staying close to Veronica, speaking softly, acting normal.But Veronica…Veronica wasn’t the same.Her responses were slower.Her smiles… forced.Her eyes… searching.Joy’s lips curved slightly.Good, she thought.She’s breaking.Later that afternoon, Joy made her first move.She found Veronica alone near the back garden, tending to the plants with more focus than n





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