Ronan hurriedly denied it. "No, I don't like kids."
"Then what were you talking to Mina about just now?"
Ronan gave an awkward laugh. "You heard all that?"
Evelyn walked up to him. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry."
They both apologized at the same time. Evelyn looked at Ronan, and he was gazing quietly back at her.
"Why are you apologizing?" Evelyn asked, confused.
"Evelyn, I have to be honest with you. There's a problem with my genes. We won't have children. I'm infertile."
Evelyn didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's not your fault, Ronan. I'm the one who's infertile."
They had always taken a let-nature-take-its-course approach to the matter, but it was strange that they still didn't have a child after so many years. After all, back at the farm, Joelle Finch and Wyatt Vaughn had both taken medication to prevent pregnancy, but Evelyn hadn't.
