He followed her wordlessly, taking a seat beside her on the bed in a sort of numb, stunned silence. When Abby started talking about the baby, all Thomas could do was shake his head. "No, no- Abby, that's- no, that's not true-" He wiped his eyes again, hastily, giving a rather undignified sniff as he looked back to her, reaching for her hands. "Abby, that night- I was there, at the brothel- I heard you- you were screaming-" His voice caught, and his tears started again- he'd never cried like this, not since that night. "They wouldn't let me back to see you. I tried- I said I'd give every bit of money to my name to be with you that night. And- and then the- the screams- they stopped. She- she came out and gave me your necklace. I'd never seen you without it. She said you- you'd died, died giving birth. She made me swear never to come back, that she'd ruin me if I did. And then she handed me the baby you'd died to deliver into the world-" His voice caught again, and Thomas couldn't continue.