“I don’t need a room,” he said, speaking around his own mouthful of sweetness. “This is your house.” “Well yes, but . . . You’ll come for visits, I assume.” “I don’t plan on it.” Her silence was astonished. “Will you not wish to see your child?” God love her. She didn’t understand. It didn’t matter if Ash wished to see his child. The child would not wish to see him.
