Every time.

It’s happening now.” Inmaculada was on her feet at once.

She soaked two cloths in the water jug and pressed one to the girl’s face and one to her own, and she pulled Amparo back against the far wall, away from the door, away from the seam of sweetness pooling into the room.

And then, from behind the heavy old wardrobe against the inner wall — a wall that backed onto nothing, onto old stone, onto the oldest part of the convent — she heard wood begin to move.

Chapter 9 — Behind the Wardrobe