"Holly." His voice was tight. "You have to calm down—"
"Don't tell me to calm down! Antonia did a dreadful thing to you. Really dreadful. But that isn't our baby's fault. And now I don't know what to do." She paced the floor, so agitated that she couldn't keep still. "What sort of a mother would I be if I stayed with a man who can't love his own child? I always thought that the only thing that mattered was to have a father. But is it worse to grow up with a father who doesn't love you? I don't know, and maybe I've done the wrong thing by marrying you, maybe I am a bad mother, but don't ever accuse me of not thinking about our baby!"
Casper muttered something in Italian and ran a hand over the back of his neck, tension visible in every angle of his powerful frame. "I did not say that you were a bad mother."
"But you implied it."