She was getting the pasta whenever anyone was sick. It was only salted and cooked in butter so that was all she was getting.
That was clearly not enough for someone who was pregnant with the child. Salvatore knew that and he was making a statement by not acknowledging the baby and giving her the food only necessary for one.
Evelyn felt the bland food taste like puke in her mouth. Even that was more flavourful.
The most that she could do now was just wait.
It was not like she was sitting idle. She had actually tried to count consecutively in between the two meals.
Evelyn had actually stumbled upon the idea that she could count the seconds before turning them into minutes and then converting them into hours. Which was something that she failed miserably because she could not go on counting for that long.
It was like he had everything planned out and her ideas belonged to someone of amateur nature.