'I only want you to think about what you're doing. If you have that baby...' Marina breathed with unmistakable bitterness, her well-mannered mask slipping without warning '...you're wrecking all our lives!'

'But that's my decision to make,' Bella pointed out with wooden precision as she battled her churning inner turmoil to walk back to the door Marina had closed. She opened the door again in unapologetic invitation. 'If you're finished, I don't think we have anything else to say to each other right now.'