Chapter 33

As he lay awake in his prison cell, he heard the quiet ringing of keys as they jostled against a guard’s hip, and he vaguely remembered dreaming about the Oscar Wilde trial in 1895 and how that had affected their lives at the parish house. After that day, he hadn’t thought about it much, but he did suppose Mrs. Dawson had been right. Maybe the argument against people like him was rooted in jealousy.

He certainly didn’t believe there was anything unnatural about the way he felt about Raphael, Emil, or anyone else.

Wherever the hate was rooted, it certainly wasn’t rooted in love.

Even Christ left the judgment to his Father 21

1895, Southampton

Emil never slept another night in his own room. Even on the rare occasions when Leander was away, Emil slept in their shared bed in the rector’s bedroom.