CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Eva opened her eyes after a night of blessed slumber. Daylight streamed in, highlighting the ever-present motes of dust. The scent of stale cooked food made her stomach growl, and she noticed the barely-touched meal Madden had ordered still on the trolley. She must have dropped off before the bellboy arrived. The patter of droplets on tiles indicated her husband was in the bathroom.
Madden. She remembered the name, and it brought a smile to her lips.
“Madden,” she tried the word aloud. “Madden. Madden. Madden.”
“Yes, love?” He called, pulling the door open as he wrestled with a towel, his still-wet hair plastered down his face.
Eva giggled. “You look a state.”
“Well, you called; I came.”
Eva patted her belly, hard as rock, full with child. “I know. That’s what got
