With the baby in my arms, I returned to the hotel lobby.

“We need to talk,” he whispered in his ear.

"We must," she agreed. We can talk in the room. I live with two other girls, they are at the conference now.

- What is your room number? - he asked the baby, putting her on her feet.

— Three hundred fifteenth.

- Fine. Wait for me there. I'll go up now,” he said, guiding her towards the elevator.

She looked at me, and there was a question in her eyes.

"I'll be right back," he assured his wife again.

She just nodded and left. And I stood and...