INT. - ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - MORNING

Gerri allowed the last of the families to leave, her gaze on the center of Kinsey's back. Her friend had turned away ages ago, staring up and out the basement window as child after child recounted the same story. Long after she apologized at least half a dozen times for getting the meaning of the symbol wrong. It wasn't Kinsey's fault part of the damned thing was missing in the first place. But, Gerri understood her self-recrimination, ...