HESITANTLY, WITH A guiltily furtive air and half-anticipating some militant female army to confront him, Rafferty entered the side ward that Abra occupied. He glanced at Maggie who sat by the bedside. She shrugged and shook her head.
He kissed Abra and asked her how she was feeling.
She made no response. Hollow-eyed, she just stared ahead of her while more tears fell to mingle with the tracks of those that had fallen earlier.
‘Abra? Sweetheart? Talk to me. Please don’t shut me out again.’
She looked at him as if she didn’t recognise him. ‘Don’t shut you out?’ she repeated in a dull little voice from which all her previous sparkle had vanished. ‘You shut yourself out when you made clear that you didn’t want our baby—my baby.’ Even more dully, she added, ‘You got your wish.’
Not knowing
