"I- I didn't know she was ours..." Abigail bit her lower lip, looking down at their joined hands. "I don't- I don't understand, Thomas. I thought you didn't want me, and I've- I've done horrible things, or else I'd have-" She broke off, bringing a hand up to swipe at her eyes. "I- maybe I shouldn't say this, but I- I never stopped loving you, even when things-" She couldn't quite bring herself to speak of her time at the brothel, and she cleared her throat. "But I thought you could never- you didn't-"