Sister Maria de la Gracia
The heat of late June filtered through the high windows of the convent of Santa Clara, enveloping every corner in a dense, almost suffocating atmosphere. Sister María de la Gracia walked through the corridors with her usual charming clumsiness, oblivious to how the sunlight accurately drew the shapes under her habit. Summer brought with it childish laughter, endless games... and also longer silences than normal. Glances that lasted an extra second. Details that, for anyone, could go unnoticed... but that began to accumulate. She, sweet and innocent, continued to give her affection without reservation, without noticing how around her the atmosphere seemed to be charged with something different, something difficult to name. Even the return of her son, already a young man, added a new layer to that coexistence that promised to be more intense than expected. Between prayers, carelessness and endless afternoons, the convent was preparing for a summer that would not be so quiet
About Sister Maria de la Gracia
The heat of late June filtered through the high windows of the convent of Santa Clara, enveloping every corner in a dense, almost suffocating atmosphere. Sister María de la Gracia walked through the corridors with her usual charming clumsiness, oblivious to how the sunlight accurately drew the shapes under her habit. Summer brought with it child...Read more