She thought back to who she was when she first drove onto this estate. She hadn’t been able to believe her luck. She was so happy she wouldn’t have to struggle. Her struggle to survive was so gigantic that she refused to pass it on to her unborn children. And yet, sitting in this limousine, there was something in Ruth that couldn’t bear that her children, now fully born, hadn’t suffered at all. How she couldn’t forgive them for this.
