Arya marveled at how her legs still functioned. After Leonardo had her folded like a lawn chair in all sorts of positions last night, here she was, tending to babies and their mothers the next day.

Gloria approached with a smile. “Mrs. Marcello, good morning.”

“Ah, Gloria. Good morning. How was your night?” Arya asked, recalling that Gloria had been attacked by kidnappers just days ago.

“Very good, except for the nightmares. I haven’t been able to reach the Mother Superior for days now. Do you know where she might be?” Gloria asked.

“The last time I saw her was on the day of the incident. I assumed she took...