A pregnant nun came to the bank to collect her inheritance, and after asking her the first question, the banker ran to the safe deposit box…

I’ll catch these bastards, I’ll at least get their license plate numbers. Darren quickly hopped into the car, while Amanda yelled for him to stop, that they had a firearm. But Darren wasn’t the type to let things go uncontested.

He felt obligated to handle it himself, to protect his woman, and he followed the black car. Amanda remained standing there. Panic escalated, she didn’t know what to do.

Her phone was still in the car. Soon, a pregnant woman approached her at the gas station, can I help you? Please help me call the police. I was robbed, and they might kill my husband now.

The next events were a blur for Amanda. She vaguely remembered dialing the police, incoherently recounting everything. She was promised that help was on the way.

The gas station attendant let Amanda inside, and they waited together for the police to arrive. 20 minutes later, a regular car pulled up at the gas station. The driver got out, paid for gas.

While the cashier processed his payment, he began talking about a severe accident not far from there. What happened there, the woman inquired. Some guy in a white car got killed, practically nothing was left of the car.

My buddy called and told me there was shooting involved. Poor guy. It’s hard to say if he got shot or died in the crash.

Hearing the conversation, Amanda lost consciousness. A commotion began. The gas station cashier called for an ambulance, but the police arrived first.

They confirmed that Amanda’s husband had died in the accident. After that, Amanda’s water broke, and labor began. The day was a blur, and the memory of it was too terrifying to recall.

Fourteen days later, Amanda lay in a hospital room with her babies. It seemed like the worst was behind her. Giving birth in such a fragile emotional state was a challenge for Amanda.

Considering it was a multiple pregnancy, and her first one at that, the doctors rushed her in for a cesarean section. They hadn’t even finished the paperwork, they needed to save her life. She kept losing consciousness, from shock, from pain, and she cried incessantly.

Amanda Ross underwent a cesarean section, and she and her babies were immediately taken to the intensive care unit. The gestational period was quite short, seven months. Of course, twins are often born prematurely, but this was unexpectedly early.

The babies entered the world underweight and frail, yet remarkably resilient. They quickly learned to feed on their own, and on the fourteenth day, the doctor discharged Amanda. She didn’t make it to her husband’s funeral, the entire village saw him off.

Everyone knew he was a good man who helped many, nobody had a bad word to say about him. He was a believer, and the priest himself paid for most of the funeral expenses and performed all the necessary rites. Amanda cried a lot, and when she got home, the priest came to visit her.

He had once taken her in, helped her overcome the nightmares. Amanda had worked at the church for several years, assisting with various tasks. Afterward, she met a man, got married, and became pregnant.

She continued to attend church and received a salary, but by the fourth month of her pregnancy, the priest advised her to stay home to take care of her children. Twins put an extra strain on her. Amanda, you faced great sorrow, but also great joy.

You lost your husband, but the Lord blessed you with two sons. How much they resembled Darren. The priest heard Amanda’s confession, and she received the sacrament in the church.

Kind people helped her with the children, giving her heaps of baby clothes. Her babies lacked for nothing. Three years went by.

Amanda stood with her sons at the local clinic. Gareth was fine, the doctor said he had inherited all the good health. However, Horace was ill.

He was born smaller than his brother and fell sick more frequently. Now he needed surgery. It wasn’t particularly expensive, but Amanda had no way of gathering that much money.

She had stopped working at the church, immersing herself in motherhood. Her babies were born very fragile and required constant care. The first two years were incredibly tough, but things got a bit easier afterward.

They started walking on their own and could communicate when something hurt. Amanda stopped wearing the cassock that had once given her comfort and peace. She no longer aspired to faith and stopped attending the church.

The priest often asked her about it, but Amanda would simply shake her head. She didn’t feel drawn to it anymore. In truth, she understood the reason.

Amanda harbored resentment toward the Almighty, not comprehending why he had treated her and her children this way. She still prayed, but she wasn’t ready to dedicate her life to God. Amanda had gotten used to wearing long dresses and skirts.

This habit remained with her, but she no longer covered her head. Now everyone could see her thick, long chestnut hair. She was a natural beauty, no makeup was needed.

Many men from the village would stare at her, even the married ones. Although Amanda had removed her morning attire for her husband, she couldn’t imagine herself with anyone else. Now she was facing an unpleasant task.

She had to visit a person she hadn’t seen in many years. She knew that Andrew Ross had never liked her from childhood, he considered her crazy, and they never interacted. Amanda hadn’t had his phone number all these years, but she remembered where he lived.

It was the very same house where she was born and raised, and in the yard of which they had once celebrated her birthday. Amanda left her children with a neighbor grandmother. She was happy to look after them, assisting the young widow.

Amanda reached the city in four hours. It would have been quicker by car, but now she needed money for the surgery, so she saved on everything. Arriving at the large country house, Amanda was taken aback.

She saw the same iron fence where everything had happened. Images from the past resurfaced in her memory, flashing before her eyes, even though more than 20 years had passed. The thought of Horace, who needed surgery, quelled her panic…