After about 15 minutes, Don and his family arrived at the church.
It was an old building, its stone walls weathered by time but still standing tall and dignified. The stained glass windows caught the morning sunlight, casting colorful reflections on the ground, while the towering bell tower loomed above, its cross visible from nearly every angle. The large wooden doors stood open, welcoming the congregation inside.
They parked in the sizable lot, where numerous other cars had already gathered. As Don, Samantha, Amanda, and Summer stepped out, they noticed families like theirs lining up to enter the church.
Most paused at the entrance to greet a gentle-looking pastor and a nun who stood beside him. The pastor, an older man with silver-gray hair and kind, wrinkled eyes, shook hands with each visitor, offering them warm smiles and words of blessing.
The nun, however, was far from ordinary.
