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Grace spoke with a gentle smile, almost as though she were describing something perfectly ordinary. Elena slowly approached her, studying the young nun’s expression and desperately searching for some hint of uncertainty, fear, or confusion.
“Are you certain of what you’re saying?”
“Yes, Mother. I know these signs. I felt them twice before, and this time it’s the same. I’m pregnant.”
Grace lowered her eyes affectionately toward the infant sleeping in her arms.
“Another little one will bring joy to this house.”
Instead of reassuring Elena, Grace’s peaceful reaction made the situation even more disturbing. The color drained from the older woman’s face as she lowered her voice, suddenly conscious of the thick stone walls surrounding them.
“How can this be possible, Sister Grace? You know this is the third time. How can you be pregnant again?”
Grace answered with the same inexplicable serenity that had unsettled the convent after each previous pregnancy.
“Mother, I swear I don’t know. I have no idea how it happens. I only know that it happens, just like before. I’m pure. You know that.”
Elena began pacing across the room, repeatedly clasping and releasing her hands as she struggled to make sense of what she was hearing.
“But that makes no sense. There is only one way a woman becomes pregnant.”
“I know. But I’m not like other women. You know that too. God has sent me another gift, and I’m ready to receive it with open arms.”
Elena briefly closed her eyes as emotion threatened to overwhelm her. What frightened her most was not that this mystery had appeared suddenly, but that it had already happened twice before.
For the third time in three years, Grace was claiming to be pregnant inside a cloistered convent where men were forbidden to enter. The gates were monitored, the doors were locked every night, and nothing had ever suggested that Grace had secretly left the grounds or allowed anyone inside.
“If that truly is God’s will, then so be it. But today I will call Doctor Paloma. We need to confirm this pregnancy at once.”
“Of course, Mother. That is fine.”
Grace adjusted the sleeping infant against her chest before gently touching the toddler’s head.
“I’m going to prepare a bottle for Miguel. He must be hungry.”
She left the room with calm, measured steps, behaving as though nothing extraordinary had happened. Elena remained behind because she knew there was nothing ordinary about Grace’s situation.
She remembered the first pregnancy clearly. Grace had collapsed in the vegetable garden and later cried when she heard her unborn child’s heartbeat, while the second pregnancy had followed before her first child had even learned to speak.
Both times, Grace insisted that she had never violated her vows. Both times, every attempt to explain what had happened produced nothing.
There had been no damaged locks, unfamiliar footprints, suspicious visitors, or whispers about a man entering the convent. There had only been another growing belly, another newborn, and another event that seemed impossible to explain … Uncover the truth below
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