CHAPTER FOUR — The Letters She Wasn’t Meant to Write
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(Seraphina’s POV)
By the fourth day inside the convent, my grief had become something sharper—something focused and useful.
I didn’t cry anymore, I began to pay attention to everything happening around the four corners of my environment.
And most importantly…I searched.
Elara hadn’t been careless.
She wouldn’t have uncovered something dangerous without leaving something behind, like a sign, clue or warning. I just had to find it.
The room they assigned me was small.
A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Nothing personal or comforting. Nothing that felt like her, but that didn’t mean it was empty.
I started with the obvious.
The desk, the drawer both were empty.
I frowned. Elara wasn’t the type to live without leaving pieces of herself behind. Not completely.
Which meant…
If there was something here…It was hidden.
I moved to the bed.
Kneeling beside it, I ran my hand slowly along the wooden frame carefully and patiently and found nothing.
I exhaled quietly.
Frustration flickering beneath my calm.
Think, Seraphina.
She knew she was being watched and knew she was in danger. Where would she hide something?
Somewhere small, somewhere overlooked.
Somewhere only someone who knew her would check.
My gaze lifted slowly……to the wall beside the bed.
A small wooden cross hung there.
Simple and Unremarkable.
I stood and moved closer.
And carefully…I lifted it.
It came off too easily.
Behind it—A hollow.
My pulse spiked.
“Smart girl,” I whispered.
Inside the hollow sat a small bundle of folded papers looking worn.
My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled them out.
Elara’s handwriting. There was no mistaking it.
I sat on the edge of the bed, unfolding the first page slowly.
If you’re reading this… then something has gone wrong.
My chest tightened instantly.
Of course it had, you were dead.
I don’t know who to trust anymore. The walls here listen. The silence is not peaceful—it’s forced.I swallowed hard.
Girls have been disappearing. They say it’s transfers, missions, illness. It’s a lie.
My grip tightened on the paper.
I saw one of them being taken, not by strangers, but by him.
My breath caught.
Him.
Father Dominic.
The name burned on the page.
My jaw clenched.
Dominic Hale
He isn’t what he pretends to be.
I let out a slow breath. Cold and Controlled.
I already knew that.
But seeing it here…In her words…
It made it real.I unfolded the next page.
There is something beneath this place.
I don’t know what exactly, but I’ve heard things… voices… cries. My stomach twisted.
They take the girls through the east wing.
Of course.
There’s a door they guard more than the others. I think it leads down a hidden level.
A place no one talks about.
I grabbed the next page quickly.
If anything happens to me… it’s because I tried to find out the truth.
My vision blurred for a second.
You shouldn’t have done it alone, you should have called me.
And if you are reading this, Seraphina…
My heart stopped, then I’m sorry.
“No,” I whispered.
I know you don’t believe in God anymore. I know you’re angry.
My throat tightened.
But please… don’t let this place consume you the way it almost consumed me. Too late.
There’s something else.I leaned forward slightly.
They don’t just take them, a chill runs down my spine.
They sell them.
I stared at the words. Sell them?
Like objects.
Like—
No.
Worse.
Because this wasn’t just trafficking.
This was something darker, organized, and powerful.
I flipped to the final page.
The paper was more worn than the others.
Like she had hesitated before writing it.
There’s a name.My pulse pounded in my ears.
Lord Michael.
The room felt colder, the name sat heavy on the page.
Unknown. But important and dangerous. They whisper it like a prayer… or a curse.
I exhaled slowly.
I don’t know who—or what—he is.
What.
That word lingered. But I know this…
My fingers tightened around the paper.
Everyone here is afraid of him.The room fell completely silent.
I sat there for a long moment with the letters resting in my lap with my thoughts, moving fast.
This wasn’t just a corrupt priest.
This wasn’t just a broken system.
This was something bigger.
Something that reached beyond these walls.
I stood slowly, with my body still, my mind sharp
“Alright,” I murmured softly.
Now I know, not everything, not enough to stop me from guessing, or to start acting.
A soft knock hit my door.
I froze.
Then quickly folded the letters, sliding them back into the hollow behind the cross. Just in time.
“Enter,” I called, my voice steady.
The door opened.
Father Dominic stepped inside.
Of course it was him.
Dominic Hale
His gaze swept across the room slowly.
Taking everything in, lingering and searching.
“You seem to be settling in,” he said.
“I adapt quickly.”
A faint smile touched his lips.
“I can see that.”
Silence stretched between us.
Then—
He stepped closer.
“Tell me, Sister Seraphina,” he said softly, “have you found what you were looking for?”
My heart didn’t skip, race or betray me.
Good.
“Peace?” I replied lightly. “Not yet.”
His eyes held mine.
Searching for weakness or cracks, he wouldn’t find any.
“Sometimes,” he said, his voice lowering slightly, “the truth brings more pain than comfort.”
“I’m not afraid of pain.”
“I know.”
That answer came too quickly.
Too certain.
Something shifted in the air between us.
He knew I wasn’t like the others.
And I knew…
He was hiding far more than he was willing to show.
“Be careful what you choose to uncover,” he said quietly. Another warning. Another threat disguised as concern.
I smiled slightly. “I always am.”
He studied me for a moment longer. Then turned and left.
The door closed softly behind him. And just like that…The room felt heavier.
Like the walls themselves were listening.
I walked slowly back to the cross.I touched it lightly.
“Elara,” I whispered.You were right.
All of it.My gaze hardened.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Because whoever this Lord Michael was…
Whatever he was…
He had taken my sister.
And I was going to take everything from him in return.
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