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“Wow,” said Nora, staring around in amazement.
The nuns had taken us to their church, an old cathedral on the other side of town. Candles lit the interior, and through the dim light, we were met with dozens of fearful but curious eyes.
“Lord above,” said Henry, staring at the group of children who watched us warily. There had to be fifty of them, ranging from three to slightly younger than myself. “Where did all of these children come from?”
“Most of them are from the orphanage,” said Sister Francine, the red-haired nun. “We brought them over as soon as we saw the signs. I knew they needed our protection through these difficult times.”
The hair stood up on the back of my neck as her face took on a serene, almost angelic look. All three nuns believed without a doubt
