six months later, John Duncan was living in a small flat near the sea. He had lost his job, and had to sell his expensive house. He couldn't afford the payments on it.
From a window in his flat, he could look at the sea. He sat and looked at the cold, gray sea for hours, every day. lots of baby
clothes - little pink coats and trousers for a girl, blue ones for a boy. There were little soft toy too - teddy bears and small animals with blue, empty eyes.
But he hadn't given any of these things to her, because she wouldn't talk to him. When he went to see her, she closed the door in his face; when he rang, she put the phone down; when he wrote, she sent the letters back unopened.