“You know, I meant what I said,” Sylvia called over her shoulder, and Saff paused, hand already on the doorknob. Sylvia waited until Saff’s eyes met hers again. And although there was no trace of tenderness in her face, Saff could hear it in her voice. “Sarah. The baby.” Sylvia swallowed, a hint of regret flickering in her eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”
