CHAPTER 24: Alison
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Alison groaned as the baby’s cries rose to almost a shriek.
“I got her.” Harker’s tone was rough from sleep.
“It’s my turn.” She sat up.
“I’m already up. Go back to sleep.”
She didn’t argue. She slid back down onto the bed, exhausted. It seemed like only a few minutes before Harker was shaking her, the baby still screaming.
“Alison, where’s the bottle?”
“Huh,” she mumbled, still half-asleep.
“The bottle. Irene’s hungry.” He kissed the baby’s head. “Starving by the fuss she’s making.”
Alison’s mind wasn’t awake enough to remember that this man had tricked her, manipulated her and had forced her to stay with him like a prisoner. Instead, all her sleep fogged brain saw was this big, strong man with bags under his eyes holding that tiny baby as carefully
