CHAPTER 34
TEN MINUTES AFTER NOON, and Grandma Lucy still hadn’t relinquished the microphone or shown any sign that her prayer and Scripture recitation would be winding down soon.
“A voice of one crying in the wilderness.” She raised her hand toward the looming fans that hung from the sanctuary ceiling. “Weeping and great mourning. The voice of a mother weeping for her child.”
Katrina’s abdominal muscles seized up. She clenched her hands into fists. Is that what this whole thing was about? First verses that did nothing but remind Katrina how disappointed she was in her own marriage. Now Grandma Lucy was going to poke holes in her already wounded soul and start talking about the miscarriage?
Her heart was racing. She stared at her husband, praying Greg would glance over and see just how
