Helena got through the night without incident. She awoke and prayed, but prayer did not come easy that morning. Today was the feast of St. Nuno of St. Mary, a Portuguese soldier who became a Carmelite brother after a profound conversion. Helena revered the saint highly as they had similar backgrounds.
Helena was distracted by her nightmare and Larkin’s warmth to her after the nightmare was over.
“If only he knew,” she thought. “Lord, help me.”
She began to dress in her habit, having her black t-shirt and green BDU pants on in case the need arose.
“Lord, clothe me in your grace, Mother Mary cover me with your mantle.”
She kissed the edge of her scapular and prayed. “Use me.”