53
CONNOR
I lay in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling, trying to shut out the voices that had roused me from sleep. I didn’t know what time Lynne had finally fallen asleep. I wanted to tell her it was going to be all right, but the truth was that I was no longer certain of anything except that I would do whatever was necessary to protect my wife and child.
“Take her to Christ’s church. There you will find sanctuary.”
Leave me alone. I have enough crap to deal with.
“Take your child’s mother to Christ’s church. There she will be safe. She will give birth there in the wilderness, attended by angels.”
Right.
“You will all be safe there, under God’s protection.”
Stop talking in riddles, dammit!
“Take her to Christ’s church….”
