Chapter 102.

Darlene got up from the table and grabbed the journal again, pulling me away from the chair. I didn't want to go; there were so many questions left unanswered, so many mysteries surrounding her disappearance, but she dragged me back upstairs anyway. She pulled me into the room where her mother kept the rest of Sister Claire's things—her mementos and keepsakes, tucked away in storage with no real place in this world—and closed the door behind us. The only light came from a dim lamp on the nightstand, casting shadows along the wall and floor like dark storm clouds.

Darlene had already told me about what she'd found inside her mother's old diary, how she'd read every last entry that she could find, trying to glean something of meaning from the words. She'd gone over it with me repeatedly during our dinner at the diner, telling me everything she knew about Sister Claire's life, both as a nun and an artist.

But now Darlene sat down on the edge of the bed and placed