Tristan hesitated, but then nodded and followed them in. It was his own house, but he felt like he was invading a private space.

He watched the gentleman's expression change as he noticed Pippa's belly and Tristan felt his stomach tie into a knot with anxiety, both for himself and for Pippa. But when Mr. Zimmermann spoke, he relaxed. There was compassion under the anger, a perceptiveness to the young woman's vulnerability and the tragedy of the situation, that put Tristan's fears to rest. He gave the slightest nod, his eyes communicating the sad truth more fully than the gesture.

"Have a seat," he said quietly. He did not want to say more and interrupt the girls' emotional reunion.