‘Why couldn’t we look at the test in there? Did you think I’d burst into tears or something?’ ‘I just thought … this is between us, this news. If you’re happy, I want to celebrate together. And if you’re upset, I want to be able to comfort you alone.’ ‘I appreciate that.’ Once in the car, we speed towards Oxford Street. ‘Aren’t we going back to the townhouse?’ I ask. ‘No.’ ‘Then where are we going?’ ‘Somewhere else.’ The wind whips my hair around my face. ‘Marc, I don’t like this,’ I say firmly. ‘I want to know where we’re going. I want to know how soon I can look at that test.’ ‘Soon,’ says Marc, speeding the car around corners. ‘Look, this isn’t a game. This is a big deal. Is this funny to you? Making me wait for what could be the most important news of my life?’ ‘Our life. And no. It’s not funny.’ ‘I’m well aware of that.’ Marc roars the car down a long tunnel.
