Chapter Sixty – Own Personal Living Hell
Eva sat on the old wooden bench that sat on the promenade looking out towards the large expanse of the north sea. The waves crashed high against the red and white stripped light house at the bottom of the pier, almost engulfing the old structure. The white spray of the waves reflected by the orange hue of the rising sun that lit up the morning sky. She wrapped her cardigan around her shoulders then placed her hands over her swelling stomach.
It had been five months since Marco had sent her away, five, long, painful months of watching her stomach grow, and waking in an empty bed, the pain of her loss never subsiding, still as acute as that fateful day when he left her, or as he had said, set her free.
Of course she had company the three women w
