The following day, I got my books back but August was nowhere in the cafe. We didn’t get to talk at the orphanage because we had to go after it. Sandro was disappointed. He knew August often visited there but didn’t want to tell Sister Corrie how he knew August. The orphanage had become protective of him after my false accusation of him. They simply dismissed everyone who asked for August’s whereabouts if they did see him get inside the orphanage. Which was a good thing because I didn’t want Jenny and Kristal or anyone trying to pry on his private life. I guess it was inevitable that they were suspicious of me, too, because of my question.
“I don’t know what I should tell Monsignore if the orphanage actually stops receiving our help,” Sandro murmured on our way back home. His regret for
