Peter looked at the silver doors. "She's so tiny. "
"I heard," Kate said. She pressed her folded hands into her lap and cleared her throat. "Peter, why? Why didn't you tell me?"
He closed his eyes. He felt precariously close to throwing up, surrounded by riddles and agony. Ivy. The baby. Kate.
"Kate," he said, "I didn't think this would happen." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "You have to believe me."
"How many does this make?" Kate said, bitterly. "We could have adopted."
He tried to put his arm around her, but she pulled away and stood, hugging her arms tightly around herself.
"Kate, none," he said, moving closer. "There have never been any others. I didn't plan this to happen."
"And she did?"
"No. Yes! I don't know," he said. "She was desperate. It just happened. I didn't want it to, but it just did. We'd had too much to drink. It was the wine - "
She slapped him hard across the face.