I found a picture.
There were five nuns,
their heads lowered, hiding from the camera.
The photo was worn and
yellowed with age, and the image wasn’t all that clear to begin with.
“Can I see that?”
I handed the photo to
Bobby.
He pulled out his phone
and snapped a picture.
“I’ll send it to Ashtyn,
see what she can find out.”
I took the photo back,
looking at the nuns… the Sisters.
Were they the ones?
It was just a feeling,
but deep down I knew that they were the Sisters of Suffering.
I examined what I could
see of their faces.
One of them, the youngest
of the five, looked oddly familiar to me.
I couldn’t place her
face, but I felt like I had seen her before.
Bobby collected a few
more documents from the orderly, makeshift office, and we headed back upstairs.
I didn’t see Cherish this
time.
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