“I realize now that I’ve done a terrible thing, that in losing my right to choose, I robbed you of yours, and I will never forgive myself for that, Bernard…You would have made a wonderful father.” They stayed like this for quite some time, until he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper. She had never seen anything quite so sad as his tear-stained cheeks. “If my life had turned out differently, Jenny, then it wouldn’t have been with you,” he said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, his swollen fingers shaking, “and I couldn’t have borne that.” He blew his nose in short bursts,
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