**Evelina's POV**
Standing before us was Sister Agnes, a smile on her face. She did not seem at all threatened by or afraid of Gabe.
“I knew you would come! I knew I would see you again!” she crowed excitedly, taking a step forward.
Gabe let out another vicious snarl.
I looked at Sister Agnes and felt the shard inside me tremble slightly, almost in fear. And it was clear then that Sister Agnes was a friend, not a foe.
My hand went calmingly to rest over Gabe’s back in an attempt to soothe him.
“It’s OK, Gabe,” I whispered. “It’s really her.”
“She was dead!” Gabe growled.
Sister Agnes raised an eyebrow at Gabe’s outburst, her smile never wavering. “I can assure you that I am very much alive,” she said, her voice warm and welcoming. “Come now, my dear children, let us not dwell on su
