“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Dawson bristled. “So, you want that creature that killed your child to win. Is that what you want? It certainly is what she wants.”
“I don't care anymore,” she cried. “They have won. I don't have the strength to fight them anymore. I don't care if they win. I want my child. I want Ian's child.”
“I know how much pain you are in,” she said comfortingly. “I have been in your place before. But listen to me, Edith, listen to me. We have heard from Ian.”
Edith stopped crying and looked at Mrs. Dawson. “You are just saying that to make me feel like I want to live.”
“Yes, I am saying that to make you want to live, but I am also telling you the truth.”
“Is it possible?” Edith wiped her nose with the top sheet of her bed. “Please! Please, don't let this be a lie.”
Mrs. Dawson
