Chapter 72

Then, the train dream. As always, Christian sat on a crushed-velvet bench watching his mother scream in terror. She wouldn’t look at him, and he couldn’t move his arms to reach out for her.

The train hurtled through a barren landscape—a brutal, lifeless desert strewn with boulders, forever derelict on the barren ground. Each time the train rocked dangerously to one side, a sickening tension ran down his spine and into his gut. Through the forward window, he could see steam billowing. Moving shapes in the car in front of him resolved into pirates. His mother continued to scream, consumed in utter panic. Christian could do nothing to help her, and the guilt of his sins and the shame of his impotence consumed him with agony.