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right! I’m
already
sick! My mother took a drug that has robbed me forever of my chance to have a child, and it wasn’t her fault, of course it wasn’t, I know that, and I wouldn’t wish this on anyone; but if it had to happen to one of us, if it really
had
to happen, why me?
Why not Susannah?
    I was the
good
daughter. I was such a careful, conscientious teenager. I didn’t stay out late, date unsuitable boys, shoplift, play truant. I never gave our parents a moment’s worry, other than fear that I’d collapse from studying too hard. Susannah’s the one who messed everything up. Shewas just thirteen when she ran away the first time; less than ten years later, she’d already been married and divorced. She never even wanted children. She’s lied, cheated, and betrayed everyone who ever loved her to get what she wanted. I could never rebel, because Mum and Dad needed to have one child they could be proud of. So why, then, am
I
the one being punished?
    I say none of this aloud, of course. I never do.
    Tom hesitates a moment, then sits down beside me, the bed rocking gently under his weight. My tears splash on his green-dyed fingers as he takes my hand. “Have you spoken to your mother yet?” he asks softly.
    â€œI wanted to tell you first.”
    It’s not quite the whole truth. I’m not strong enough yet to deal with my mother’s disappointment on top of my own despair. She’s rung my mobile three times this afternoon, and for once, I’ve ignored the calls. I
will
talk to her. Soon. When I’ve had some time to get used to this.
    When I’ve stopped feeling
so fucking angry
.
    â€œGrace, there are other options,” Tom says carefully. “There are so many children out there who need a home. We could give them a good life. I know you probably don’t want to think about it now, but later on, perhaps—”
    â€œWe can’t adopt, Tom. I’ve already looked into it.”
    â€œOh, come on. We’re not too old, surely? We’ve got enough money, and I’m sure we can round up a few deluded souls who’ll say we’d make great parents—” He stops, and his smile suddenly fades. “Oh, I see. It’s
my
fault.”
    â€œNo more than being barren is mine,” I say bitterly.
    Tom pulls me into his arms, and I tuck my head into his shoulder with a sob. “Grace, Grace. I love
you
. I married
you
. If children had come along, that would’ve been great, but it’s you I want, it’s you I’ve always wanted.”
    I raise my chin, and he kisses me, his tongue slipping between my lips, warm and sweet. I’m surprised by a sudden flare of heat between my legs. Sex between us has become so laden with expectation since we started trying to conceive, there’s been no room for anything as simple as desire.
    Now, though, I’m consumed by a hot, unexpected, animal need. I wrap my legs around his waist and fall back on the bed, taking him with me. I physically ache to have him inside me. My fingers tangle in his thick curls as I press his head to mine, my kiss hard and demanding. Tom’s response is just as heated. Lust races between the two of us like a prairie fire. We bite each other’s lips, claw at each other’s clothes. Roughly he frees my breasts from my nightdress, and I groan with pleasure as he bruises my nipples with quick, hard bites.
    I pull up his shirt and yank at his belt buckle. My hands corkscrew around his cock, but as I reach to guide him inside me, he pushes my knees apart and slides down between them instead. I buck as his tongue finds my clitoris, flicking back and forth across it like a serpent. In a sudden shower of sparks, I explode, my orgasm sheeting across the surface of my body like a summer storm at sea.
    Tom covers my body with his own, pinning my arms on either side of my head, and pushes himself inside me. Itilt my hips to meet him, using my