96
CONNOR
I didn’t know how long I’d been on the mountain. I’d lost track of time. I watched the sun rise every morning. I read my Bible. I prayed. I fasted when it was demanded of me. I slept—and I dreamed. Still, I did not understand why I was here or what was expected of me.
I dreamed of my family, of Lynne, of Kiwi, of Sarah, of my mother. And I talked to God.
“I know I should be able to forgive Edward, but I can’t. Not yet,” I confessed. “The man destroyed us, Sarah and me. He used my mother and let them kill her. He would have let them kill Lynne as well. How do I forgive that?”
“If you don’t forgive him, you’re the one who will suffer. It will poison your soul.”
“He’s dead now. He got what he deserved,” I said.
“Yes, he has been judged.”
“I hope he’s burning in hell.”
“You
