CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next day found Eva in a different room, having endured another move and interrupted sleep. As a result, they had slept in, and daylight intruded with luminous persistence until Eva had no choice but to rise.
The wall clock, once white but now stained and grubby with marks all over its roman numerals, ticked with increasing annoyance, reading just after eleven in the morning. Despite this, Eva felt much more at home with the familiar slammed doors and the smell of cooked food wafting in from a window unable to be completely shut.
Eva dressed as quietly as possible, but turned around at one point to find Madden awake and watching her.
She clutched her arms over her front, though she wore black trousers and a dark blue stretch top. “You should warn people when you are g
