In the morning I wake up and hug Lambert to my chest for comfort. I’m still sleeping with him. If only I had stuck to sleeping with just him. I can’t stop thinking about what Ned’s face would look like if I told him I was pregnant with Ethan’s baby. Not if… When. I tumble out of bed, run to the toilet and heave into it. How could I have been so stupid as to not recognise the signs of morning sickness? It’s not like I haven’t been here before. I feel utterly drained as I return to bed, picking up Lambert again. I stare into his glassy black eyes. What am I going to do? A memory flickers at the back of my mind, but before I can fully focus on it, there’s a gentle knock at my door. ‘Come in,’ I call, sitting up as Dad enters. ‘Watch out for the mess,’ I warn.
