Chapter Twenty-One
Spinelli pounded at his chest, but it still ached from the inside out. All night and into the day, he couldn’t shake the sensation that his lungs weren’t inflated properly. Despite taking deep breaths, he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
After Romey had slammed her bedroom door in his face, Spinelli had stared at the door frame in shock, uncertain what to do. He’d wanted to knock the door down, burst inside… and say what?
He hadn’t a clue what to say to her? He’d offered up a reasoned argument and was met with an irrational, emotional female. Completely unlike the levelheaded, even-tempered, thoughtful woman he’d married.
"You look awful," Rusty said as he came into the control room.
The space was empty this early in the morning. They weren’t due to have another train
