"And you're only telling me about this now?" Becca looked fit to be tied as they stood outside the diner while Rachel was on her break.

Business was indeed slow. For the entire morning, they'd served three customers and the heaviness in her heart, at the prospect of possibly losing her job, just added to all the stress she was under. And now this.

"Becca, come on. You know as well as I do, that spirits aren’t always the most reliable source of information. And if there was indeed a Sister Evangeline, bent on coming after me, why hasn't she?"

Becca scoffed, pouting and twirling her dark curls. A habit from childhood she never quite shook.

"We also know, that when they issue dire warnings...

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