Bill had insisted on marriage, of course, and he’d looked at Dana differently once he knew she was carrying his child. She had felt special under his gaze—he’d stared at her as if she were a sacred vessel. They had married right after graduation, and they’d been happy. If only she hadn’t lost the baby! She’d miscarried just before the end of the first trimester, and Bill had burrowed back into his philosophy books, never to emerge again. She was afraid he blamed her for losing the child.
Larry, on the other hand, always gave her his full attention. Just what she needed right now. When he came in, he took off his snow-covered shoes and set them on the mat just inside the door. Bill hated to see footprints on the rug, she knew. “Take those off and leave them there,” she ordered playfully, p
