(Natasha)Two days.Sonia has been at the Warren estate for two days, and if Eleanor's mournful hovering is anything to go by, she intends to stay forever.I come downstairs on the morning of day three to find them in the sitting room together.Sonia is curled in the corner of the sofa with a blanket and a cup of chamomile tea, looking fragile and devastated.Eleanor sits beside her, rubbing slow circles on her back."She barely slept," Eleanor tells me quietly, as though I'm a nurse being briefed on a patient."I'm so sorry, Sonia," I say.And I mean it, because whatever my feelings are about this woman, losing a pregnancy is one of the most terrible things I can imagine.I spent enough time terrified of losing my own to know that.Sonia looks up at me with wet eyes and a trembling lip."Thank you, Natasha," she whispers.Eleanor looks at me with an expression that says, you see? She's being so brave.I go and get my own coffee, fiercely pressing down the irritation that’s trying to
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