Watch the nun

Chloe’s hands trembled as she approached the long table where the quadruplets sat with their plates of cake, their juice glasses clinking against each other. The tray in her hands felt impossibly heavy, though it held nothing more than finger food and bright plastic cups. She kept her hood low, her face bent toward the ground, willing herself invisible.

Just serve the food. Don’t be seen. Walk away.

She set the tray down carefully, her body taut with nerves. One of the ...