“I found letters,” Elise continued. “Books with numbers that make no sense.”
Jake’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of numbers?”
Elise shook her head, lips tight. “Enough to know it was wrong.”
She swallowed again.
“I told one of the older sisters,” she said. “And the next morning… she was gone.”
Jake leaned forward. “Gone where?”
Elise’s eyes darted away like she hated the memory.
“They told me she left on her own,” she whispered. “But I saw the sheriff speaking to Father Whitlock that same night.”
Father Whitlock.
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