Chapter 2

The heavy oak door groaned as I pushed it open. The library was huge, my favourite part of the church.

My veil brushed against the cold stone floor as I moved deeper into the dimly lit aisles. The only light came from the stained-glass windows high above.

My fingers traced the spines of the books. Father Damian had been insistent on what he said: find the ledgers, the ones marked with the red seal. Though I had searched for hours, the section where they should have been stood ...