She must have sensed his fear at the possibility of looming parental responsibility for she reacted to his sensible idea as if he was patronising her and immediately turned mulish.
‘No. I said I don’t want to know and now I’m sure of it. You don’t want our baby – if we’re having one – do you? Admit it.’
Rafferty opened his mouth then closed it again. And though after a few tense moments, he found words and courage enough to try to discuss it again, he discovered he was too late. Abra refused to say any more on the subject.
It was their first row. If this simmering brew of questions with no answers could even properly be called a row. Whether it was or not, it was also the first night they went to bed and clung determinedly to opposite edges of the double divan. An uncomfortable night wa
