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CONNOR
I was worried about Lynne.
In less than five months, she would give birth, and I was no closer to finding a way to deal with Edward and his associates than I had been the day we left Egypt. I had no idea what I was really up against. How could I fight an adversary I couldn’t identify?
I walked alone on the hillside near the house. Lynne was inside, resting. She tired more easily now. She would often sleep for an hour or two in the middle of the day. I wondered if I would be able to take her to a hospital when the time came to deliver the baby, or if we would have to deliver the baby here, without the benefit of medical facilities, should they be needed.
Every time I looked at her, every time I felt the baby move, I was overcome by guilt. I couldn’t feel joy without being rem
