“My mood hadn’t improved and Sister Catherine always managed to get my back up. She couldn’t possibly know about my scary visions, but her manner was definitely meant to intimidate. I was determined to let her know she wouldn’t succeed. ‘Nothing about this place scares me,’ I said. ‘And I can survive any endurance tests you throw at me or any of the other weird things that go on here. I’ll see this through until I know where Patrick is.’ ‘Nothing here can hurt you, Sinead,’ she answered. ‘I’m gl...ad you’re not afraid. The only thing to fear is fear itself.’ ‘Very profound,’ I muttered under my breath. Sister Catherine must have heard. ‘Would you prefer it if I told you to face your demons? That this is the time?’ I glared to let her know how much she was annoying me, but a fleeting look of something almost like affection crossed her face. It quickly vanished. ‘I’ll leave you to your work,’ she said curtly. I looked around the study. There was a collection of murky gold-framed oil paintings on the wall.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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