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she said.
    “So the other kids . . . they were attacked too?” asked Jeremiah.
    The nun smiled thoughtfully at the youngest member of the Stone family. “Yes. One survived an attack on their home in the middle of the night. Another made it through a house fire. I’m sure when they arrive they will be in a bit of shock.” She sighed, and Jonah saw pain crease across her face. “But Elohim is Lord, even over days like this. He has a plan.”
    They walked down the hallway, the dusty wooden floors creaking with each footstep. The nun ushered them past a handful of closed doors, each of them numbered, before she stopped in front of one. Room 312. She looked through a large set of keys.
    “Are you the janitor here?” Jeremiah asked, staring enviouslyat the key ring. Her cheeks creased, and she laughed loudly, the sound echoing down the empty hall.
    “No, dear, but you would think so with all of these keys, wouldn’t you?”
    She opened the door to Eliza’s new home. There were two single beds against either wall, a small wooden desk with a chair and lamp, and a small sofa. A worn rug had been placed across the floor. Someone had made an effort with the room, trying to make it comfortable. There just wasn’t a lot to work with.
    Eliza put on a brave smile and set her bag on the bed. “This will be . . . fine,” she said. “Thank you.”
    “There will be another child who will join you in here eventually,” Sister Patricia said. “We don’t have enough lodging for everyone to have their own space. It’s rare that we ever have this many staying here at one time.” She smiled. “Elohim will provide, as He always does.”
    Eliza nodded, the prospect of a roommate darkening her face. “I’ll just take some time to get settled here. You can go ahead and help the boys find their rooms.”
    The nun nodded. Before she pulled the door closed, she said, “Come down to the main hall at ten thirty in the morning. We’ll gather there for some important information and then have a meal.”
    Jonah wondered what important information they would receive. Maybe they would get an update on the attacks. They walked up one more set of stairs and onto the fourth floor, Jeremiah sticking closely by his side.
    “This is the top floor, if you don’t count the attic,” Sister Patricia said. “You’ll be in room 408, Jonah. Third room on the right. It’s much like your sister’s.” She slid a key off her key ringand handed it to him. “Why don’t you go on down the hall and get yourself settled? This young man will be in room 420, right here,” she said, touching Jeremiah on the shoulder as they stopped in front of his room.
    “I’m going to get a roommate too?” Jeremiah said, excitement in his voice. “Just like them? Jonah’s my roommate at home.”
    She patted the top of his head. “Just like Jonah and Eliza, dear.”
    Jonah left them, continuing down the hallway on his own. The only light came every so often from the small lamps with faded yellow lampshades that were attached to the walls.
    He didn’t like walking alone down the hall, even if they were in a convent. After hurrying to find his room, he was soon sliding the key into the door with 408 on the outside.
    His room looked exactly like Eliza’s. He threw his book bag onto the floor and flopped himself down on one of the beds.
    He tried to relax, but his mind kept playing back the scenes from the day. So much had happened it almost felt like three days had passed.
    They’d been attacked, and almost killed, by the forces of Abaddon.
    Jonah had been accused of vandalizing the boys’ bathroom.
    Now they were on the run. They had to fight off a gang of Egyptian bikers from the hidden realm on the way here. Jonah had hoped he would never have to go up against long-dead Bible villains ever again after facing the Leviathan last year on the Brooklyn Bridge. But it seemed Elohim had different plans for him.
    And now they were staying with a bunch of nuns, hidden