She nodded, waiting for Sabin to laugh at her. Instead, his expression softened. “Well, that’s certainly ambitious. I give you credit for aiming high. I’ll be honest with you, though. Americans aren’t very interested in religion these days.”

Abby let out a deep breath. “I never thought it would be easy.”

12

Abby, you have a tap.”

Abby closed her Bible and looked up at Sabin from the living room couch. “A tap? How can someone tap me?”

“They tapped the house, actually. I have them on hold. Do you want to talk?”

She shrugged, wondering who, outside of Kate, would want to speak to her. “I suppose.”

He projected the image onto a visiscreen in front of Abby. She watched as a blond woman in a blue dress appeared in the middle of the living room. The woman spoke swiftly. “Hello, Abigail. My name is Pamela Murphy. I’m with Global Sunrise in New York.”

“Excuse me,” Abby interrupted. “What is Global Sunrise?”

The woman smiled. “We are a news program. I’m contacting you, Ms. Caldwell, to ask if you’d be available for an in-studio interview tomorrow.”

Abby scrunched up her face. “An in-studio—”

Sabin interrupted. “Hi, my name is Sabin Wright. I’m hosting Abby here in DC. Can I have a word with her?”

“Of course,” the woman answered.

Sabin put the tap on hold and turned to Abby. “I’m guessing Global Sunrise wants to interview you about your life in New Guinea. You’d be interesting to their audience.”

“Their audience?”

“The people who watch the program on the Grid. Millions of people watch.”

Abby’s face brightened, and she sat up straight. “Really? Could I say whatever I want?”

“Well…yeah. They’d ask you questions about yourself, and you’d answer however you wanted to.”

“And all these people would be watching…on the Grid?”

Sabin laughed. “Yes, they would. It would be a tremendous platform for you to share that good news of yours. Probably the biggest opportunity, if that’s what you’re here for.”

Abby nodded enthusiastically. “Then I’ll do it.”

Lauren breached the threshold of her front door, swung her suit jacket over a coatrack, and greeted Abby as she strode across the living room. “Hello, Abigail. We need to discuss flight arrangements for your return home. I did tell you that Sabin and I are heading to Texas for a campaign swing late in the week, didn’t I? That’s probably a natural time for you to—”

“Sabin invited me to come with you.”

Lauren stopped short at the kitchen and turned around. “Did he? What other arrangements have been made in my absence?”

“Well, I’m…I’m going to New York tomorrow.”

“You’re what?”

Abby seemed uncomfortable. “I’m going to New York.”

“What in the world for? With whom? How are you getting there?”