Anker
By the time we got back home, Emilia had fallen asleep. I had watched her shoulders judder as she silently cried as she kept her back facing me. I had chosen to remain silent, not knowing what to say or do to make her feel better. Even Anton was at a loss.
Picking her up, I carried her inside. She doesn't stir, she doesn't make a sound as I observe her blotchy red face.
'Do you think she might possibly be crying over him?' Anton asks.
'I don't know. She said she felt nothing. A delayed reaction maybe, you know, possibly because of the binding?'
'We could tell her she is ours. We can claim her now. She is free from that son of a bitch.'
'No, I think that is the last thing she would want to hear.'
Putting her on the bed, I take her boots off and she instinctively pulls her knees to her chest, letting out a little snuffy sound as she always does when sleeping.
I watch her for a while until I get a link from Jason. 'We need to talk.'
