Adelaide sat flanked by her children in the tiny chapel listening to the short, balding man. The priest wore an unadorned, somber black frock, his long fingers clutching a well-worn Bible that had seen better days. A sizable wooden cross dangled from his neck, clicking softly against the wooden pulpit each time he leaned forward.

"Jesuit," Adelaide's mind recoiled.

She had been raised Baptist, her father having left the Catholic religion long before she was ...