You had come into the lounge room last night, ready to tell him you were pregnant. He’d slapped you across the face when you’d told him, knocking you onto the floor. You’d locked yourself in your room, hiding from him and crying all night. He felt guilty, but he didn’t bother trying to talk to you. The next morning, he knocks on your bedroom, holding a puppy in his hands. He’d bought it for you in an attempt to make you feel better. He wanted to talk about the fact that you were pregnant