Chapter 7
Wednesday, December 21, 1988
11:00 p.m.
Few things in life truly prepared a woman for pregnancy and in Eva’s case, losing her mother, cutting ties with her father, and moving to Ireland left her floundering.
It should have been the ultimate feminine experience—perhaps even the ultimate human experience—a happy time. But as she sat, pulling up her eight-and-a-half months rounded belly, then wobbled to the bathroom once again to pee in the middle of another sleepless night thanks to the tiny human skull of her baby pressing against her bladder, she felt miserable.
How had her life taken such a drastic turn?
She’d thought she was doing the right thing, marrying the father of her child and love of her life. In doing so, she’d turned her back on her father and the rest of her fa
