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you had that funny turn on the clifftop.’
                  Marisa smiled. ‘That’s a tactful way of putting it.’
                  Sam glanced about him. ‘Have your parents left already?’
                  ‘They wanted to stay, but I made them carry on with their holiday. To be honest, they can be a bit of a handful, although I love them to pieces.’
                  ‘Mine are the same. They drive Talia nuts.’
                  Marisa chuckled, sipping her coffee and feeling relaxed.
                  ‘But you shouldn’t really be left on your own in this big house right now.’ Sam put up a hand. ‘Sorry, I realise it’s none of my business.’
                  ‘Eliot is very busy at the marina. You of all people know that.’
                  ‘Yes, I do. But still.’ He twisted the cup in its saucer. ‘Make sure you don’t cut yourself off from your family. They seemed like good people. And get a few friends over for a coffee morning. I know they’re probably the very last people you’d want to see right now, but Talia could come round with the kids any time.’
                  Marisa felt oddly touched. It was obvious how difficult it had been for Sam to make this speech. ‘I will do that, I promise. It’s just that right now I feel absolutely fine. A couple of days of peace and quiet are exactly what I need.’

Chapter 7
     
     
    H e was standing at the kerb, straining to see beyond the racing traffic to the tantalising expanse of green grass on the other side.
                  The boy was holding someone’s hand, but this person was distracted, turning away, deep in conversation. To the child, a gap in the constant stream of cars appeared to have opened up. He glanced beside him and tugged at the arm which had him under restraint, was holding him back.
                  This garnered no response. So he slipped his small hand from out of their light grip. Before anyone had a chance to notice, he’d gone – made a sudden dash for the other side. Still nobody realised. Not until they heard the bellow of a car’s horn and the agonising screech of brakes…
                  Marisa sat bolt upright. Her breathing was hard and her heart pounded in her chest. She blinked rapidly and could immediately tell her eyes were damp with tears. She swung her legs to the side of the bed. As she did so, a searing cramp gripped her lower stomach and pelvis. Sensing she might be sick, Marisa scuttled into the en-suite bathroom and knelt on the rug by the toilet bowl.
                  The pain had subsided, but she could feel the tell-tale sensation of a drip of warm blood snaking down between her legs. Marisa rolled herself up into a ball on the floor and sobbed.
     
    *
     
    Eliot was busily preparing a cafétiere of coffee and sipping from a glass of orange juice at the same time. ‘Morning, sweetheart!’ He called out as she entered, glancing briefly in her direction. ‘Not getting dressed yet?’
                  Marisa pulled the dressing gown more tightly around her, slumping down into one of the cream leather dining chairs. ‘I got my period in the night.’
                  This was a statement that in their ten years of marriage, Eliot had come to dread. He knew it would trigger several days of misery for both him and his wife as Marisa struggled to deal with the disappointment and with the returning memories of recent and more distant losses she’d been forced to endure.
                  He moved across to stand beside her, leaning down to place a kiss on the top of her head. ‘I’m so sorry, darling.’
                  ‘I was starting to get excited last night, knowing that Dr Ford would be calling me with the blood test results this morning.’ She sighed. ‘Turns out I didn’t need them after