There's a cake and a bag of cookies, and a folded card. "I'd like to send one to Isabella too, if you have her address," she says, mostly to the floor. "From me and Father O'Brien. I just- I'm really sorry. We. Both of us. We didn't mean- he said he actually tried to stop them, once he found out, but it was too late."
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Date: 2016-03-06 04:44 am (UTC)