He found her, as he had half expected to find her, in his study – huddled in his favourite chair and sobbing as though her heart would break.

"River," he murmured, moving to her side. He flinched back as she glared at him with such malevolent fury he could almost believe she really meant 'I hate you' rather than 'I love you' when she hurled those words at him. Then, once again, her face crumpled and she turned away from him. "River," he said again, squeezing in next to her and gathering her into his arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."