When You Try to Break a Nun

Synopsis

"Lark Summers?" His voice was deep, confident—the kind accustomed to being obeyed without question. "I'm looking for Sister Lark." A sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows, its polished surface gleaming in the morning sun like something from another world. "Who could that be?" Sister Mary whispered beside me, her eyes wide with wonder. Before I could respond, the car door opened, and a man emerged—tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored charcoal suit. His polished black shoes clicked against the stone pathway as he approached. I hesitated, unused to being addressed by my full name. "I'm Sister Lark," I said quietly, clutching my rosary tighter. "How may I help you?" His eyes—startling blue against his tanned skin—scanned my simple habit with an unreadable expression. "We need to speak privately. There's been a... misunderstanding about your identity that needs to be