On his next visit, Father Dan was walking down the corridor when he passed Sister Ann… but this time, he stopped mid-step.
From behind a half-open door came a sound that definitely wasn’t… gas.
It was a baby crying.
Father Dan froze. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his head toward the room. The crying got louder. Then came soft shushing sounds—Sister Ann’s voice.
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