Eira continued speaking. “After he finished, he told me to pack. The next day they sent me to live with Ma’s sister in London.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“There’s more.” She straightened and tried to pull away.
“I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I held her tight and dropped a kiss on her hair.
She slumped against me. “I was pregnant.”
I tightened my hold on her. “Did you lose the baby?” I’d got to know her over these past few months, and I was certain if she’d had a child, she would have brought him home with her.
“No, I had him. Her.” She turned her head and looked up at me with such sorrow in her eyes. “I don’t even know if my baby was a boy or a girl. They took him away from me before I could even see him.”
“They?”
“Aunt Ethel and that rotten son of hers. He was always trying to catch me alone, even when I was eight months along.”
“Indeed.” I studied my fingernails. “Perhaps you’d be so kind as to give me their address.”