Chapter Thirty Three

'I just wanted you that night, Collins. I'd gone off the pill months previously. No need for it. When I told you it was safe, I meant to gel a morning-after pill the next day.' She sighed, doubtful he could understand how she'd thought and felt afterwards.

'But you didn't,' he quietly prompted.

'No. You were gone without a word to me. Call it madness if you like, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.' She managed an ironic little smile.

'If a new life had been conceived by us, I felt it was meant to be. And I guess if I miscarry now, that's meant to be, too.' she added.

Tears welled up. She quickly rolled her head across the pillow, turning her face away from him, swallowing hard to hold in the wave of grief.

He would probably be relieved if she lost the baby, relieved to have no permanent tie on his plate. It was only she who wanted the child, loved knowing it was growing inside her, cherished the life she and Collins had made together.

'Please go…please...' she choked out, fiercely