Chapter 88

She had failed to realize that books of poetry and beautiful music weren't bad. They were worldly, and life in a convent was without worldly influences. She knew the world wasn't filled with only the bad. There was quite a lot of beauty—but those things had to be explored when she took responsibility for her own life, like the rules that were set into place for how to live her life. Had she waited for marriage before embarking on a sexual relationship, she wouldn't be worried about whether Tim wanted a life with her instead of being content with only sharing her bed. She wouldn't need to wonder how he would accept an unexpected pregnancy, and she wouldn't have to ask him to set her as a seal upon his heart …

By the time that she reached the school, tears streamed down her cheeks. She got it. It finally made sense. She had existed within the rules and couldn't wait to make her own rules, and now she understood why they should never have been broken.