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tears threatened to cascade down her cheeks. for a moment, flashbacks of her childhood came back to her ––– when their father had perished and she refused to leave her rooms, eat. but this, this was different. it was her fault, was it not? she could only think of how her husband would react, how her country would react. the thought of losing her own child pained her to no end. had she not suffered enough already? it just seemed as though pests would come one after the other. “ i - i … lost my child. ” she finally made an attempt to look at her sister, and as promised, tears started to fall down. though her words were quite obvious, the blood that pooled beneath her and wetted her skirts enough evidence. “ just - just when i thought things were getting better and i get this. ”
As she knelt next to her sister, DIsa felt Friđa tremble beneath her. It was not fair. When were things ever fair for Friđa? Disa took everything in stride, but even she could not imagine the pain of having lost a child. Children were supposed to bring joy and hope into the world, and instead her sister gets...this. This is why I shall never bear a child, Disa thought bitterly. The risk of heartbreak would be too much. Looking at Friđa as her tears finally made tracks down her face, Disa resolved to steel herself. Kristoffer was not here - to offer comfort, or something else? - although she was. She pressed her own cheek to Friđa’s hair. “I know. I know, my dear. You have done nothing to deserve this, do you hear me? Nothing. This was...an unfortunate accident. Please, sister, let us clean you up.”