Connecting Dots (6)

I approach the church, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. As I reach for the heavy wooden door, it swings open, and I find myself face to face with the young nun I'd seen during my previous visit. Her eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh! It's you," she says, her voice a mixture of recognition and uncertainty. "I'm sorry, but we're not really open for visitors at the moment."

I hold up my hand, stopping her before she can close the door. "Please, I need to see the old nun. It's important."

The young nun hesitates, her brow furrowing. "I'm not sure that's possible right now. Perhaps if you could come back another time?"

I shake my head, reaching into my pocket. "It's about this letter," I say, producing the envelope. "She's been trying to reach my grandmother. I'm here on her behalf."