Chapter 12 Diana crawled into bed at 11:34 p.m. The small room was dark, but she could tell her husband was still awake by the sound of his breathing. Lying flat on his back, shirtless and with a forearm behind his head, he lifted the covers for his wife as she slid in next to him. Strong rain pounded the rooftop mercilessly. Water gushing through a drainpipe outside sounded like a waterfall.
“Is she back down?” he asked, not sounding at all tired.
“She went right back to sleep. Probably a bad dream,” she said. “I tried calling Sean again. Still a busy signal. He must have taken the phone off the hook.”
“In no mood for talking, I’d imagine,” he added.
She placed her arm over his chest and rested her head along his shoulder. Clad in one of the oversized, button-down shirts she preferred
