I turned to look at her. “Then you are not upset? I had wondered if maybe you would feel it a lost opportunity.” “Goodness, no. I never want to marry. I want to stay here and raise dear William and Ernest. And I want to take care of your children.” My children. What a horrible thought. “But then you would never have children of your own!” Justine nodded, her face clouding with sadness. “I do not want them.”
