Chapter Fourteen
The overhead light snapped on. She had barely slept in the stuffy, windowless room. She’d stripped down to her bra and panties in the dark and now turned her head, squinting against the light, to find her blouse. The door that covered her window opened before her fingers found the fabric. “Don’t bother with that. Finish getting undressed.” It was Mother Fran. Corinne was beginning to dislike that woman. “Five minutes, then I’m to take you to Father Monroe.” The door clicked shut.
Naked? She was to go to Gregory with this woman, naked? “You wanted to know, remember?” The voice in her head reminded her. Before Mother Fran opened the door five minutes later, Corinne had stripped off her undergarments and was ready.
As soon as the door opened, reality jarred Corinne. The s
