Eva was the type for flings, back in the day. Romantic, clingy Peter was the exception to Eva's rule of hands-off relationships and never telling her boyfriends where she lived. But they'd been friends for a long time before that, so adding romance to the mix had been new to her, but not difficult.

"Oh, don't worry. He broke more than his fair share of hearts in the day. I felt bad for his bimbos. They deserved more respect, even if they were bimbos," she says. It always made her feel bad when Marco would simply drop one for another like they were interchangeable, or never call them back in the morning - but like many things, she didn't bring it up with him. It's enough to have him back; she doesn't have the fortitude to confront him over anything.

She pauses, realizing that she's put her finger on something she should have left well enough alone. The way Daniel averts his eyes makes pieces fall into place for her. So her first instinct was right - his missing loved one is indeed his wife.

Some dark, heartless part of her says "thank God it's not his child".

"I'm sorry," she says after a moment, feeling guilt well up in her lungs.