“Good, Mother Superior. Always busy, but good.”
We take a seat in front of her desk, waiting for her to speak.
“I wanted to thank you for your latest donation. It was—”
But Alek stops her with a sharp shake of his head. He doesn’t want gratitude. “Please, let’s not talk about that. Tell me how the kids are doing.”
“Considering their circumstances and where they are, they are as good as good can be. We’ve been able to add many books to the library as well as purchase new toys. Did you notice we painted?”
Alek nods. “I did. It looks wonderful. How are the adoptions going?”
“Slow,” she confesses. “But it’s God’s will. We have to trust Him as He has a plan for everyone.” I notice her gaze drifts to the cross around my neck, similar to the one which hangs over her habit.
“Willow’s father
