"Cos of what our lives are." He could see the soft concern in Clio's expression even as he dropped his gaze. That was another reason he hadn't wanted to tell her. She didn't deserve to shoulder the worry. "She thinks, cos of... she thinks we're bound for grief. She don't want it for us, but..." But was the leaden weight inside his chest. Marian loved him, but she thought he was making a selfish mistake. She'd love his daughter, but she'd never look on the child without dread.