"WHAT? I must have misheard you, Dorothy. It sounded like you said you loved him!" I say.
"That's exactly what I said, you heard me correctly."
"It can't be. You're a Nun! And even if you did love him, how could you treat me, the child of the man you claim to have loved, like a slave?" I ask.
"It's a long story. One I don't wish to relive."
"We have all day, Dorothy. Do you really think I wanted to come back here, relive my hell? I can honestly say that I didn't, but I came anyway. I deserve some answers. Please, Dorothy, you owe me that much after everything you put me through." I plead.
Dorothy takes a deep breath and I hold mine.
"Alright, Nora, I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything, but only if you can promise me my safety after I do."
"Why would you need me to make that p
