My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0562

Nina

I meandered through the marble halls of the museum, the art surrounding me a comforting distraction that I sorely needed. Each painting and statue had its own unique beauty to it, and I eventually found myself in the Ancient History section, gawking at a pair of clay vases with depictions of women on them.

"Lovely, aren't they?" A voice suddenly pulled me out of my reverie. I glanced up to see a museum attendant standing there, an older man, his hair neatly combed to the side. "The vases."

"They really are," I said, leaning in to look a little closer. "The details are phenomenal."

The attendant nodded. "It's quite spectacular for this time period. The way that something so precious can be preserved for so long, hidden in the earth... It's a testament to life, isn't it?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. How astute of him, "It sure is," I said. "No matter the complications, beauty and simplicity always shine through."

Later, as I stepped into the Impressionism section, my phone buzzed.

"On my way to pick you up." Enzo's message read. My heart did a little leap; I was eager to see him, to apologize, to lay to rest the uneasiness of last night.

But just as I was about to slip the phone back into my pocket, a shadow flickered along the periphery of my vision. My pulse quickened; it was the third time today I had seen that clusive shadowy entity. It was like it was following me, always just out of sight, always just out of reach.

I wanted to call Enzo, to hear his voice tell me that everything was fine. But I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the call button, and I ultimately pocketed the phone.

stress, nothing more. Stress and pregnancy hormones. In a few short days, perhaps I would be visiting the right specialists-or perhaps even a witch-for whatever this ailment was. And perhaps we would find a way to put an end to

where the scent of coffee and pastries was enough to wash away my worries. I ordered

waited, I pondered how to approach the conversation with Enzo tonight. I owed him an apology. I owed us a chance to lay it

had been right, I had nothing to fear. Mila had no chance, and besides, we were starting a family together. How could I possibly think that my husband would leave

a steaming cup and on the counter in front of me.

said, the warmth of the drink seeping through the cardboard as I picked it

cards, chocolates, a mug with a Monet painting on it for Lori, and a plushie of a cat in a painter's beret for Jessica. By the time I rang up, I received another text from Enzo: he had

thoughts seemed to finally come together. No arguments tonight. Just me and Enzo, just the two of us, on a mini vacation in a new city. I could handle that.

couldn't shake the feeling

his gaze fixed on

was your day?" I asked,

one word fell flat, like a door slamming shut, and I instantly knew that

my day,

if he was just waking

nice," I said cautiously, deciding not to mention the spectral shadows I kept seeing out of the corners of my eyes. "The museum was really fascinating. So many artworks, sculptures, pieces that make you

at the hotel," he suggested. "I'm a

sounds perfect to me," I said, hoping to inject some levity into the conversation. "We could order some delicious food, cuddle up with a movie,

chuckled, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, sounds