"Talk to me, baby."

I'm damn near ready to get down on my knees and beg. It's been two weeks since I found Taran in that Sector Seven hovel. Two weeks since she's spoken to me. I'd taken her straight home where Doc Bishop did a full exam, stitched her up and examined the baby. She'd refused to look at me, refused to speak to me, refused to acknowledge my existence after our initial meeting.

She knows about Xavier, knows that I killed her ex-husband. I'm not sorry I did ...