He looks at her, and tries to smile. ‘I miss you so much, Em.’ ‘I know you do.’ He puts his hand to his stomach. ‘I feel sick with it.’ ‘It’ll pass.’ ‘Will it? Because I think I might be going a bit mad.’ ‘I know. But I can’t help you, Ian.’ ‘You could always … change your mind.’ ‘I can’t. I won’t. I’m sorry.’
