Status Updates From The Ninth Hour

This much became clear to Sally over the course of the next week: Sister Lucy lived with a small, tight knot of fury at the center of her chest.

She raised her crooked hand. Suffering, she said, does not disguise a true nature. It only lays it bare.

Let him get up and get going, she prayed--avoiding his hand as it reached out from under the blankets he'd pulled over his head. Or, sometimes, giving in--she had done this, too--giving in to the luxury of what he wanted to believe: that their time belonged to themselves alone, that they could do as they pleased with it.

I’m not really sure what I’m reading

Ikke forvirret længere, elsker den !!!!

Lidt forvirret ??