The morning sun filtered softly through the stained-glass windows of the convent, painting colorful patterns across the stone floors. It was the end of morning prayer, and a familiar silence filled the air. Nuns moved quietly through the halls, whispering prayers and heading to their daily tasks.
But Sister Beatrice, a young novice, moved differently. She rushed through the corridors, her shoes echoing sharply.
“Sister Beatrice, why the hurry?” asked Sister Martha, one of the older nuns.
“I need to speak to the Mother Superior. It’s urgent,” Beatrice replied, not slowing down.
She arrived breathless at Mother Helena’s door and knocked, barely waiting before entering. Sister Beatrice? What is it?” Mother Helena asked, startled. There’s a nun at the gate. Or… she looks like one. She’s dirty, confused, and says she doesn’t remember anything not even her name.”Mother Helena stood up immediately. “Take me to……..Read Full Story Here………………………
