Chapter Twenty-Seven“Starbird?”
In the next room, Maeve's infant son cried. She stirred but didn't open her eyes. “It's your turn to change him.” She hugged her pillow. “Don't make me force you.”
She waited long seconds for Davin's cries to abate, but instead they grew louder, closer.
“Richard? Honey?”
No answer. The crying grew to an ear-splitting level.
Maeve sat up, glaring at her husband, standing at the foot of their bed, cradling their young son.
Something was wrong. Richard looked old, far older than he should have. His face bore wrinkles and creases not usually seen in a twenty-four-year-old man. He looked easily fifteen years beyond that. But it was more than that. He didn't just look old, but tired. World-weary. Depressed. This was not the man she'd married, and yet … it wa
