Her lips part as she listens to Eames speak. Her stomach clenches as he speaks, swirling inside her. But she holds Eames' eyes as he speaks to her, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks. He's right, he's so fucking right. He would kill her the second she said she was leaving. And this baby their baby wouldn't change a damn thing. Nothing had changed Bill. Not even jail time.

She'd seen now how boys who grew up in that sort of environment turned out. Bill had been taken under Fagin's wing too, hadn't he? And the terrible things that monster did... She didn't want a painful life for her child. She wanted a happy, loving family.

She had loving. But Nancy had yet to find her happy.

"I know," she whispers, "but I don't know what I'm going to do without him."