In the Name of the Father CHAPTER 1
Isabella Martin stood rooted to the spot as Father Joseph Kümmel’s eyes bore into hers. For a while, he said no words. He didn’t need to.
She’d been considering her escape from Hilltop Farm for some time. Recently she’d made the grave mistake of voicing her doubts to another member of the community. She’d thought she could trust her, considered her a friend. But now she was standing in front of the man who’d started this, who’d brought them all here, and expected her to repent for her sins.
‘Isabella, do you ever plan your own death?’ the man said, his deep Germanic tones rumbling as he spoke.
The farmhouse smelt damp and musty, as it always did at this time of year. The room felt oppressive, little light sneaking in through the small, high windows.
