Etta pushed her hood back. Her dark hair was plastered to her skull and her eyes were huge. She caught her breath. Her voice came from the depths of her soul. ‘Wintrow. I have something to tell you.’ She drew another breath. Her face suddenly crumpled. Tears ran with the rain down her face. ‘I don’t want to raise this child alone.’ He did not take her in his arms. He knew better than that. But the words came easily. ‘I promise you, you won’t have to.’
