I'm sure there is nothing to worry about.The doctor walks into the room. His face is the neutral look doctors havepracticed since medical school. I'... sure everything will be alright."Keith," he starts, "I found its best not to sugar coat these things. Youhave had a miscarriage. You have lost the baby."I feel the worst emotional pain I have ever felt in my life. My baby isdead. He didn't even have a chance to take his first breath but he isdead. I am devastated with sadness and grief. I. Come over tomorrow night for 'yoga' and this time don't bother using any padding.We both knew what 'yoga' meant. I was too eager to see him. This time I would not leave without being fucked.I persuaded my mothet to babysit and told her I was going out with the girls.I turned up in the evening. He answered the door in his usual yoga attire.I was wearing a short summer dress and he wasted no time in groping my ass.I had plans for tonight and I told him I needed to change for yoga. I went to the. I gulped, expecting to be next but I was relieved when wewere led to an enclosure and, still tied, pushed to the ground. Iexpected they would be deciding on our ransom.I was disgusted with myself, from the easy way the English had defeatedus, my own surrender, then with worries about a ransom.When I rode off to join the king some weeks previously my mother hadlooked concerned while my father had watched with beaming pride, myolder brother with envy. Now I would have disappointed them. My. She’s hardly changed. The suit’s new, but— ‘Oh my God, Nick … I can’t believe it’s really you. Why … Why did you come back?’ Nick shrugged. It was simple. ‘To find you.’ Joelle avoided his eyes. She stirred her coffee. ‘I’m sorry, Nick,’ she muttered. ‘I—’ The desolate feeling of loss and loneliness swamped Nick. Waking up in that hotel room and finding her gone … Perversely, those feelings hurt more than the physical scars caused by the roadside bomb. Nick sighed heavily. ‘Don’t apologise,’ he.