Chapter 6

But Cillian felt a tug on his inner self. Before he realized it, he drifted over to the priest and watched the tail-end of the sermon. As they went for communion, he stood back, staring. The priest noticed him, of course, and motioned for him to come forward. He didn’t know why, but he did so.

The priest gave him communion in the form of a gulp of wine and a small wafer. He blessed Cillian before moving on to other prisoners. Cillian waited until they were all finished to speak to the priest.

“What’s your name, Father?” he asked.

“Conner Whalen. And you, son?” Irish, like his mother. No doubt about it.