Rob slowly pulls the car up outside Cassie's place. They sit in silence for a minute, neither of them moving to get out.
"I'm sorry," he says finally.
She looks at him in confusion. "It's not your fault."
He shakes his head. "All the stress you've been under, it can't have helped."
"You heard what the doctor said. It's just one of those things."
He takes a deep breath. "We can try again. Eventually, if you want."
She smiles sadly. "Maybe we just weren't meant to be parents."
There is no fairytale ending, not for you, not ever. He reaches for her hand. "Come on, let's get you inside."
Unusually — he knows she hates public displays of affection — he puts his arm around her as they walk from the car to her door, and he gets his spare key out to let them in. Inside, he puts the TV on and covers her with a blanket, then brings her a cup of tea. "Is there anything else you want?"
"Just a hug, please."
He comes to sit behind her on the sofa and she leans back into his arms. They huddle up and channel-surf until she finds an old black-and-white movie to watch.