‘You can’t leave her like that,’ said Sandro.
‘Why not?’
‘Because she’ll die. You’ll kill her.’
Hammering came from the trapdoor behind them. Marina seemed to be ignoring it. Sandro couldn’t.
Marina shrugged, picked up Josephina once more. ‘So?’
Sandro looked from the trapdoor to his sister. ‘You’ll have the law down on you. You’ll be done for murder. Is that what you want for your daughter? A criminal for a mother? You’re not your father’s daughter, Marina. You’re better than that.’
Something changed in Marina’s features. The anger, the rage drained out of her. She sighed. ‘I’m too tired to open it. I’m taking my daughter home. You do it if you want to.’ She turned and left the room.
Sandro stared at the trapdoor.