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Date Posted: Sunday, March 11, 05:00:45pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Priority Mail 399+" on Thursday, March 01, 08:02:50pm
Sister Carmella walked down the pews, almost unsure who was sitting in the dimly lit pews this late in the evening. She didn’t recognize the woman and had to do a double-take as she saw Nikita sitting there. It had been a long time since Sister Carmella had thought about the woman who she had known as Mary. Although Nikita had supported the church generously since she left them. “Nikita… are you ok?”
Nikita turned her face to look at the sister and then jerked her tear filled face away. She didn’t speak and Sister Carmella sat down. “Does your family know where you are?”
Nikita nodded her head up and down. She knew that Davenport had men following her for days now. Nikita had done nothing to shake them as she moved in the shadows of the night and day, searching for something that wasn’t meant to be found right now. She needed answers and had found only more questions.
“What are you doing here?”
“Thinking,” Nikita started forward. “Trying to think.”
“I thought you didn’t believe in God,” Sister Carmella gently prodded with a slight sigh. “Rhoda told me that… I said that you must believe in something…”
“How could I believe in a God for the life that I’ve been given?” Nikita shook her head slightly from side to side.
“You found your family.”
Nikita shook her head slightly. “I fought for them… and it was after torture… a life that no one would ever want to admit that a child had…”
Sister Carmella paused as Nikita sniffled. “God works in mysterious ways…”
“In ways that still torture me?” Nikita inquired as she turned her head to look at the Sister. “In ways that hurt me as a child… and in ways that I am afraid that I am going to find myself back into someday when I open my eyes after sleeping? For the things… the unspeakable… things… that I feel like I can never do enough to undo… Mysterious ways? No… If that is a God doing this to me… he is unreasonably cruel…”
Sister Carmella cleared her throat. “Yet you are here. You must have a faith in something.”
Nikita dropped her head with a sob. “Michael.”
With a hand against Nikita’s shoulder, Sister Carmella felt lost for words. “Nikita… I know that he isn’t here with you now…”
“I am,” Michael spoke from the shadows right near the confessionals. Sister Carmella was shocked and looked right at Michael while Nikita didn’t even look towards him. She swallowed hard. “Mr. Pomeroy.”
“I thought Rhoda explained that if Nikita was here that it was best to let myself or Rhoda handle this,” Michael spoke as he stood up from the wall that he was leaning against. He hadn’t been there long. But long enough to watch Sister Carmella make a challenging situation worse. Michael knew that Nikita was here to think but also to wait for him to come to her. “You may be in charge here, Sister Carmella, and Rhoda may have left the sisterhood to have a family… but you would serve many more much better if you would have learned more from Rhoda.”
“I was here to see how Nikita was doing… to care for her soul…” Sister Carmella bristled as Michael entered the pew that Nikita was sitting on the opposite end and slowly started to walk towards Nikita and the sister that he had his attention focused on right now.
“It isn’t her soul that is hurt right now,” Michael stopped as he got closer to Nikita and turned his head to study the sister. “Are you going to tell me that the church is not going to provide her a refuge… simple because she may not believe all the things that you do?”
“She is troubled,” Sister Carmella rasped as she stepped back and shook her head from side to side. “Maybe God will find a way to give her solace from that pain some day.”
Michael watched as the Sister scurried away, clearly frightened by Michael. That was his intention because Nikita didn’t need to be discussing religious beliefs right now. She didn’t need to explain how she had faith in Michael that did not seem to wave in her mind, but did not have faith in herself to the same extent.
Michael took Nikita’s hand as he settled down. “Two nights in a row…. I’m glad that we weren’t noticed yesterday.”
Nikita squeezed Michael’s hand and he swallowed hard. “Kita… I know that these events… are disconcerting…”
“We try to do something to make up for…”
“We aren’t trying to make up for anything,” Michael interrupted Nikita’s words. He had to find a way to get Nikita past this. This wasn’t about continuing to atone for the sins of Section. “Those acts… those acts of random… kindness… those are ways for us to make the world better for our children… because we can make it better for Adam and for Sabina.”
Nikita turned her head to look at Michael. “How can you believe that?”
“Because I believe in you,” Michael stroked Nikita’s face tenderly. He leaned his head down onto her shoulder. “You were able to bring me our entire family… together. Only you have done that for me… and I trust that you are going to figure out who is behind these things… but I also believe that we have to have our lives in the meantime…”
Nikita leaned her head down against Michael’s and he felt her entire body move as she swallowed several times rapidly. “Michael… it just… I know that life isn’t fair… I know that with every fiber of my being… but it doesn’t stop it from hurting either.”
“And it’s ok to hurt,” Michael whispered as he took Nikita’s other hand and pressed her two hands between his hands. “And it’s ok to move forward with the uncertainty of what may happen until we figure this out… to have a life in the meantime.”
Nikita started to move her head up and down but Michael waited until it was much more pronounce. He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. He then took the chance to look into her eyes. “And I love you even more… when I know how much that you hate this… and how much you wish to make all things right… God, Kita… it makes me love you even more when I don’t think it is possible.”
Nikita parted her lips and closed her eyes. She leaned forward and tenderly kissed Michael, allowing herself that luxury and feeling of bliss. Michael returned the gently gesture and gently returned the kiss, wrapping his hands around her even more. Nikita’s mouth opened and then she pulled away, looking around. “We can’t… here…”
“It would probably be frowned upon,” Michael agreed as he nodded his head up and down but didn’t loosen his grip on Nikita. “But let’s stay here for just a bit more… and then we’ll go home.”
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