It had been quite some time since Karen had walked into the church, especially since Father Kemble came along. That man was... an interesting specimen of a priest according to those who had talked to her before she became the source of wagging tongues. In the months that followed the births of her babies, she had been in the grips of loneliness because her brother busied himself doing things, she had no friends, and Father Gabriel had left town. She'd become wrapped up in the clockmaker, Fred, who she thought she had fallen in love with but really, he was merely just a stepping stone and a mistake. She'd met a man more like her husband and was trying her hardest to keep busy so as not to notice him.

She entered and advanced into the church, then she tilted her head when she heard a familiar voice in prayer. Karen moved to kneel at the front pew, keeping quiet while he prayed and pulling out her rosary. She did not have the children with her, they were being watched with her employer's daughter.