It was close. Safe. Dark. Eve selected this location for all of the above reasons. It was still too soon to venture past the perimeter she’d formulated in her brain as safe. Alexander might be dead but the fallout from his death still lurked. What if Ernesto decided to track her down? What if Alexander Sr. sent his minions after her? What if. What if they discovered she was carrying Alexander’s child? They would drag her back and force her to remain Eve Maldonando, widow to their dead son. They would lay claim to the unborn child, the solitary heir of Alexander Maldonando, Jr. Eve clutched her still flat stomach. They’d never find out. If she had to live in basements for the rest of her life, move from city to city, change her name time and again, they would never find out. No one knew except the doctor who had examined her two days before she fled. Alexander’s family would never suspect a pregnancy, not when she’d been estranged from him for sixth months. Of course, they would never believe their son capable of raping his own wife.
