The Tangle She says the joys of life are lost among the living

She couldn’t help but feel betrayed, somehow. As though he should not have allowed her to think that he was available- in her definition, anyway. Maybe if she’d chosen a stranger, she might not have ended up with such complicated feelings, especially now that there was a chance children might be involved. 

Her brow smoothed, but she could not soften the glisten of hurt in her eyes. She cared enough about him to want to forgive him- but it didn’t seem as though he’d come to be honest and offer an apology. He’d simply come to let her know the truth- and tell her that for him, nothing had changed. She struggled with that. 

”An’ your other lover,” Her voice was low, but steeled now by something other than hurt. ”’E knows, dat you were wid another. 
Does he care? Does it bother ‘im? 
Does he know you might be a fadder, eh?” She asked. She knew shouldn’t be angry. She had gone looking for someone for a purpose, but her foolish heart had gone too far, it seemed, and now felt stranded out at sea.