Chapter 130
- Third person POV
- Elizabeth sat on the edge of the narrow hotel bed, her hands loosely clasped in her lap, staring at the scuffed tiles that covered the floor.
- The room smelled of bleach and stale cigarette smoke, nothing like the safety Adam insisted they had found here. Outside the shuttered window she could hear the distant rumble of traffic in Naples, muted like the world itself was trying not to disturb them.