55
CONNOR
“Take the child’s mother and go to Christ’s church. There she will be safe. There she will give birth to your son.”
I slept fitfully, the voices relentless, refusing to leave me alone. I tossed and turned so that I woke Lynne.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“It’s nothing. Bloody nightmares,” I tried to brush it off.
“Again?”
“Go back to sleep, darlin’,” I told her. “It’s all right now.”
“The same nightmare?” she asked, curling up against me.
“Yeah. I’m still being told to take you to church,” I said, embracing her.
“Where, exactly, are you being told to take me?” she asked.
“Just Christ’s church. Not a specific church, just church.”
Lynne was silent for a long moment.
“What if it’s not a church but a location?” she asked finally. “Christchurch—New Zealand.”
I thought ab
