She hadn't taken it well. He'd known she wouldn't, and he probably should have said something about the baby right off. He'd had time to process it. His main concern was her at the moment.
But for her, it was still fresh and raw. He could tell looking at her that she was blaming herself for it. He pulled a chair a little closer to the bed and sat down, cupping her cheek and gently turning her head to look at him.
"Neither do you. You were doing what you had to do for Ella. There was no way you could have known, Millicent."