And in a notebook she kept under her mattress, between pages of prayers, she wrote one rule in a hand that had learned to be both gentle and exact: When mercy is offered, ask who pays the price.
Sister Christina continued to walk the cloister with the same quiet certainty. People stopped calling her miracle-worker. They called her, instead, by a name that fit: Christina the Watchful. It was a small title, but it carried weight — not of judgment, but of accountability. In a place built on faith, she had taught them another kind of devotion: to the careful keeping of truth. The Passion of Sister Christina -v1.00- By PAON
They looked at Christina, as they would any devout sister, and found only calm. She had the face of somebody who could be wrong but was not afraid to be. She answered Alphonse not with accusation but with a question that mirrored back the ugly truth: "Why does your charity ask for silence?" And in a notebook she kept under her