Her head is held high. She says nothing. Scoops Tomas up and holds him close to her, despite his protests. She looks at me with angry tears in her eyes, and I feel their fury burrowing into mine. She turns and walks, without a word, towards the bus stop. We follow her silently, and return to Ville de Violet and Le Petit Mas. None of us speaks because there is nothing you can say when the father of your child has just refused to see him or have anything to do with you. I feel wretched, and angry, and I want to go back and tell JB what a mistake he’s making, what a wonderful mum Stephanie is, what a precious little boy Tomas is. I want to tell Stephanie how brave she is. But, right now, I think she blames me for the pain she’s feeling.