Lia stared at the tea again. She did not want to drink it. Her stomach was churning every time she thought of all the possibilities.
"There, there… you should not take your mother's word so seriously. I am sure she will be better." The woman picked up the tea and passed it to Lia. Lia's face strained with a forced smile.
She could not refuse if mother Superior was serving the tea to her. She was the woman who had approached her on the day Nathan's death was announced and she had attended his funeral.
She had been kind to her and offered her peace. And Lia had followed her like a moth following fire. And she had never regretted it. This woman had taken care of her like she was her real mother.
She had been kind to her when new nuns had mocked her for her noble origins. When she did not know who to clean her own room or cook for herself. When she was not sure how to wash her utensils
