It wasn't until they were both standing on the overcrowded metro that he spoke again.

"Who does she love best, if not her own child?"

"Hmm?" Sarah hummed, too busy watching for their stop to process his words immediately.

"Oh, well. She loves herself best, of course," she said, finally turning to look at him. "You know those little purse dogs some people get? That's like what I am to her-an accessory."

Sarah watched as his face went carefully blank and he stiffened, a pose which she knew meant he was not pleased about something.

"Look, it happens sometimes, okay?"