Eva woke to the sound of the television churning out early morning commercials. She sighed.
“Another morning, another hotel.” It seemed to her since Worcester, she had lost all sense of identity. Not all of that had been because of the anonymity that radiated from Madden, but it had had an effect. With the revelations in her life, she had had no choice.
Throwing on some clothes, Eva opened the curtain and delighted in what Madden had promised would be a spectacular view. The Chattanooga National Park, dominated by the majestic Lookout Mountain lay in front of her. Forests at the base led to scrub and tree-laden slopes, with the grey behemoth dominating the middle. Even from this far away, it made Eva feel insignificant.
It was not the first time in the past few days she had felt that wa
