Chapter Thirty-Three
Zenny’s monastery is an old stone house, sprawled lion-lazy over the block and surrounded by trees. I’m surprised at how intimidating it looks to me right now—big and venerable and almost castle-like—and even the trees seem to guard the women inside, fretting at me with leaves like hands flapping in warning.
I ignore them. If God Himself couldn’t stop me right now, then I’m certainly not going to let the trees do it.
I’m only here to say goodbye to her, I tell the trees. Calm down.
I glance down at my watch and then at the invitation I’ve got clutched in my hand. Elijah had wordlessly handed it to me during my mom’s funeral, and I don’t know what he wanted me to do with it—or if he simply wanted me to know that Zenny was still going to be a nun, despite le deto
