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her.”

      “Is it an emergency, or can it wait until morning? Now is the Great Silence and nearly everyone is sleeping.”

      That question utterly flummoxed her. Emergency? Nothing was burning down at the moment...except her entire life. Did that count as an emergency?

      Yes. Yes it did.

      “Someone’s trying to find me, and this is probably the first place he’ll look.”

      The sister’s eyes widened farther behind her glasses.

      “Is this person dangerous?”

      “Very,” Elle said.

      “I’ll find her for you.”

      “Thank you,” Elle said with profound gratitude.

      She closed the wooden panel at the window but she reappeared in seconds at the door.

      “Come inside here,” the sister said, ushering her in. “It’s against protocol, but if someone’s coming after you, you should wait here.”

      Elle could have kissed the woman for her compassion. The elderly nun trundled off down a long dimly lit hallway leaving Elle by the door. Even after the sister disappeared, Elle could hear the sound of her rosary beads and orthopedic shoes echoing off the stone floors and polished wood walls.

      She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. When she was a teenager, a closed door between her and Søren had been a challenge, a hurdle and a game. If she sat outside his office door and did her homework, it was only a matter of time before the door opened. He would step out, take a seat by her on the bench and go over her homework with her. She never would have survived precalculus without him. When the work was done and she put her things away, Søren would retreat back into his office, shutting the door behind him, and she would sit there staring at the door and loving him with all her heart and dreaming of the life they would have together when he let her behind all his locked doors.

      But never in any of those girlhood dreams had she ever dreamed of this moment. She never dreamed she’d be grateful for the door behind her and the sign on it barring men from entering. She never dreamed she’d be relieved Søren couldn’t get to her. She’d spent the past ten years of her life trying to get to him. Would she spend the rest of her life trying to get away?

      “Ellie?”

      Elle looked up and saw a woman in white coming toward her. White habit, white veil and a ghostly white face.

      “Mom?”

      “Of course it’s your mother.”

      “Sorry, I didn’t...” She didn’t recognize her own mother. Gone was her mother’s long black hair so like her own. Gone were the khaki skirt she lived in and the navy cardigans and her ubiquitous white Keds. Elle hadn’t come to her mother’s entrance ceremony. She would have if her mother had asked, but by then Elle had moved out and they’d stopped speaking. Elle had forgotten that part, that whole not speaking to each other thing. Hopefully her mother had forgotten it, too.

      “What on earth are you doing here?” her mother demanded.

      “That nun let me in here behind the door.”

      “No, what are you doing here? At the abbey?”

      “Oh...long story.”

      “Long story?” her mother repeated. “Long story? I haven’t seen or heard from you in two years—”

      “You called me a whore, Mom. Did you really think I wanted to keep having that conversation with you?”

      Her mother’s spine stiffened visibly.

      “That was wrong of me. I was worried about you, and I took what I’d learned about you...badly.”

      “Is that an apology?”

      “It is.”

      “I’m sorry, too,” Elle said, meaning it. Right now she was sorry for everything.

      “Forgive me?”

      “Yes. No. Maybe.”

      “Maybe?” her mother said.

      “I’ll forgive you for everything you said to me. And if you remember accurately, calling me a ‘whore’ was just the beginning of that discussion.”

      “I overreacted. I had my reasons for overreacting.”

      “I know you did,” she said, although she’d had no sympathy for her mother at the time. Everything had been okay between them until one night Søren had driven her home on the back of his motorcycle. Her mother was supposed to be out late at a church function but had got ill and come home early. One glance out the window and she’d seen her daughter kissing a Catholic priest. Elle had been so angry after her mother had called her a “priest’s whore” she’d spilled everything. The sex. The kink. And if her mother dared speak a word of it, Elle would never speak to her again as long as she lived.

      The next day Elle had moved out.

      “Mom, I need your help with something.”

      “How can I help you?” she asked, sounding both concerned and suspicious.

      “I need to stay here for a while.”

      She shook her head.

      “That’s not possible. Only sisters are allowed in the abbey. You shouldn’t even be behind this door.”

      “Maybe they can make an exception for me. I can work.”

      “Work? How? We do all our own work here. We cook our own food, clean, farm, everything. We don’t hire outside help.”

      “But I can help. You don’t have to hire me. I’ll work for free.”

      “No, Ellie. I don’t know what you’re into or who you’re in trouble with again—”

      “I’m not running from the cops. I’m twenty-six years old. I’m not running away from home, either. I need a place to stay for a while, a safe place.”

      “So you didn’t steal any cars this time?”

      “No,” she said. “Well, one. But that was more like borrowing. And he’ll get it back.”

      “Elle, I don’t have time for your games. I have work to do. I have a life here and you’re not a part of it. You can’t be. You can come to Mass here at the chapel. We can visit once a week. But this is a sacred place, a sanctuary.”

      “I need sanctuary.”

      “Why? Because you got arrested again?”

      “No, Mom. Because I left him.”

      Silence.

      Total silence.

      A great silence even. A silence so loud it echoed off the floors like footsteps. Finally her mother exhaled and crossed herself. Tears shone in her eyes and she whispered, “Benedicta excels Mater Dei, Maria sanctissima.” Elle didn’t know much Latin, but she knew a prayer of thanks to the Virgin Mary when she heard it.

      Before she knew it, her mother had wrapped her up in her arms and Elle’s neck was wet with tears. Not her tears but her mother’s. Elle closed her eyes and breathed in the faint, clean scent of talcum powder. Some things were still the same about her mother. The clothes, the hair, even her name...that was all different. But at least her mother smelled the same.

      “You can stay, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll make them let you stay.”

      “Thank you.” She wanted to cry too but the tears wouldn’t come. She wouldn’t let them. Tears were not welcome here. Elle couldn’t remember the last time her mother had hugged her, had held her like this. Years. It was almost worth it to leave Søren for this one hug alone.

      “You really did leave him?” her mother asked

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