Chapter 119

• ELIZABETH WATTSON.
• Eliot sleeps on his stomach. His bare back manages to slide the white sheets, but they don't quite cover him completely because of how huge he is. His face against the pillow, his lips slightly parted, drooling in that deep sleep.
• Elizabeth watches the rain fall. The silk robe is a precious sensation on her skin, adorned with Chinese flowers on a black background. She takes a sip of her herbal tea, feeling like she has everything under control. It's the first morning in many years that she feels calm. A comforting calm.