Abby frowned slightly as he held her arms back, but she reached up to brush away his tears as he released her. Her frown deepened- she wasn't angry, merely confused- as he spoke, and her hands slid down to rest lightly on his chest. "No, I- I never-" She glanced over her shoulder, then reached for his hands, turning to lead him back to her room- voiced had a tendency to carry, and she didn't want to disturb Gabrielle and Domenic any more than she already had.
Once there, she closed the door behind them and moved to take a seat on the bed. "I didn't- the baby died, Thomas. The baby died, and I- I was ill, yes, and nearly died, and you- I never heard from you again-"