Chapter 5
Friday, November 4, 1988
1:00 a.m.
Eva lie in bed with her fiancé, her face pressed against his shirt, breathing in the scent of his woodsy manly cologne. Her heart was heavy, her eyes scratchy from the thousands of tears she’d shed over the past few days.
She rolled over and the lumpy mattress creaked. In the darkness, she could see the water-stained ceiling, and the noise from rowdy drunks below was in stark contrast to the quiet of the beautiful farm where she’d grown up. Blue had rented this cramped studio apartment over the bar in the village because it was furnished and inexpensive, and he was a thrifty man.
This was her home. For now.
But not for long. Blue’s home was in Ireland, and he’d asked her to go there with him. At first, she’d been against it—it was too far
