![]() ![]() He couldn't drag his attention away from the words that were on the paper in front of him. The one that Louise knew was Gabrielle's birth certificate. There was something in his voice that jarred. I wanted others to have the chance, too." When Gabrielle died I spent hours just walking in the countryside around the manor, or reading in the library. Somewhere they could have some time to recover, to convalesce. "I wanted somewhere that mothers who had lost their babies this way could go. Sniffing inelegantly, Louise managed to nod agreement. "And this memorialthe homethis is what you wanted the manor for." It was only when her sobs eased, when she drew in a deep, shuddering breath that he put one hand under her chin and lifted her face so that her hazel eyes met the dark intensity of his steely gaze, and shockingly saw the revealing glisten of his own tears in its depths. Held her and let her weep, his voice murmuring soft, comforting words in gentle Spanish, as if in the emotion of the moment all his English had deserted him. ![]() Suddenly she was in his arms, her head pillowed on his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt.Īnd he just held her. "She was born too early, and she died too early as well. "She didn't live long enough for anyone to know her!" Louise burst in, tears flooding down her cheeks. "And you didn't deign to tell me? To let me know" Were you pregnant? Did you have a child? My child?" Alex's swift, incisive brain had assessed the contents of the letter and come to the right conclusion. Twice her voice failed.īut she didn't really have to explain. "The Gabrielle Alcolar Memorial Louise, what the hell is this?" Alex read the letter through once more then turned blazing eyes on Louise's ashen face. ![]()
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