Tonks's mouth formed a thin line as she finished sorting through the icebox, which was hopelessly bare to begin with, and started in on the drawers in case something of Remus's had sneaked in. "I'm sorry too," she said. "Most of all for letting this happen to my kid. Is it possible for fetuses to tell when something's wrong? He hasn't been as active as usual since I talked to Remus. Maybe he knows how angry I am."
Spotting her journal on the counter, she opened it to the appropriate page and tapped it with her wand so Hestia could read. "Here, this is what he wrote. Every damned word."
Once she'd declared the drawers Remus-free, she moved through the debris and cleared a space to sit on the couch near Hestia. She settled and stared at the fireplace, silent for a long moment. "Why do you think he did it?" she finally said in a broken voice. "I was good to him. I never denied him anything. He knew he could drop in anytime and get as much of a shag as he pleased. I never treated him like shite, like some other people do because of his condition. I never purposely forced him into something I knew he didn't want. He was the one to suggest getting back together. He was the one to propose, for Merlin's sake. So what did I do to make him do this to me? What's so wrong with me and--and the baby that he wants random shags with strangers more than he wants us?"