Chapter 33
Long shadows crept through the kitchen window and across the faded carpet, and Tessa could no longer hear the kids playing outside. Perhaps they’d gone in to have dinner. She hadn’t noticed them leave because her whole world was now centred around feeling for those brief, feather-light nudges. Each one was a precious gift, a reassurance that he was still hers. Still hers to protect. How had she ever thought the baby’s hiccups were annoying? Now they felt like pulse readings on a hospital monitor. Smile at one. Wait for the next. Try to ignore the interruptions.
The man ran his fingers through his spikey hair and paced around the small shabby room again. Between the kitchen bench, small dining table and TV, there was barely room for him to squeeze past the chair she was taped t
