Sometimes Rosen imagined that she would have her own child when she was older, but it felt so vague and distant. More importantly, the imaginary child would never be Hindley Haworthâs. She would run away before that.
Emily, on the other hand, desperately wanted a child of her own. It was her desperate wish. Emily said she didnât even care if it was a child of Hindleyâs blood.
âWonât you hate it if the baby is the same as Hindley?â
âIf I give birth to a baby, it will be mine. I will raise him. And if Hindley has a child, he might change.â
ââŠâ
âLetâs raise them together. Then Hindley⊠You wouldnât believe it, but Hindley wasnât originally a bad guy. I told you, we were old lovers. He changed after I miscarried many times.â
Emily was acting as if if she had a baby, everything would be fine. But a baby would never be the answer.
What if she couldnât have another living baby?
What if the child was a daughter?
Would Hindley sit still?
Nothing would change. It would be even more terrible. The number of people who got hit would increase from two to three.
Every time Emily said that, Rosen asked, feeling frustrated.
âIs it Emilyâs fault? All of this?â
ââŠIâm not saying that.â
âDo you really think heâs going to change after having a child?â
âHe mightâŠâ
Where did her momentum that swung fists go from when Emily first saw Rosen?
Rosen cringed when the topic of a âchildâ came up. Emily couldnât even respond to what she said. Her heart ached.
Hindley had tamed Emily with fear. Rosen had been here for months, but Emily had been here for years. And she knew how helpless the beatings were. It was the most effective means of control, even in orphanages, by the principals and teachers.
If you got hit, even if you realized that it was unfair, you couldnât resist. Just watching them approach made her heart race with fear.
âJust promise me one thing. When winter comes, run away with me. Donât hesitate.â
ââŠYes.â
Rosen held Emilyâs hand with watery eyes. For this situation to end peacefully without running away, either they or Hindley had to die. However, Hindley was fine even though she prayed every night that he would drop dead while drinking.
[Fellow citizens of the Empire, Iâm Ian Kerner, the commander of the Leoarton Squadron. This is a formal notice that an air strike alert is being issued. Talasâ squadron is currently flying towards Leoarton. Close your doors and take your valuablesâŠ]
And the war continued.
No one believed it would be over soon.
The sirens rang more and more frequently, and they quickly got used to Ian Kernerâs voice.
Hindley didnât use the basement cellar as a shelter. The facility was too unreliable to protect his precious life. Every time an air raid alarm went off, he fled, alone, to a large shelter in town where his friends were.
It didnât matter to Rosen, but she couldnât help but feel twisted when she saw him running away. She spat, throwing up her middle finger at his back when she was sure he was too far away to hear her.
âCoward. Get hit by a bomb on the way home!â
Emily usually laughed until she was out of breath when Rosen said things like that. It had always been that way. Hindley occupying a large part of her life didnât stop her from cursing him. She believed that Emily loved her more than Hindley.
But something was wrong that day. Emily just dragged Rosen down to the basement without laughing.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âLetâs go, Rosen.â
âWhatâs going on?â
Rosen felt unusual and asked. Emily did not answer. They held hands as they walked down the narrow stairs. Neither of them could say anything. After a while, when the gas light went out, and darkness enveloped them, Emily crouched down and opened her mouth with difficulty.
âWhen you run away⊠Go alone.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI canât go.â
She had an ominous feeling as Emily wrapped her arms around her belly and bowed her head. Without covering her ears to avoid the siren. Rosen stared at Emilyâs flat stomach.
âIâm with child.â
ââŠâ
âI know my body. This is my last chance. If I lose this child, Iâll never have one. Iâve lost so many childrenâŠâ
Rosen didnât understand. Emilyâs voice trembled. It was difficult to drag a pregnant woman and run away. No, it was almost impossible. But Emily had said she would go anyway.
âLetâs go and give birth to your baby wherever we go. Iâm not leaving alone. Of course, I will go with Emily.â
âYou promised.â
âRosen, I-â
âYou promised!â
Rosen wasnât upset about the fact that Emily was with child. What made her angry was the deep resignation on Emilyâs face at that moment. Then, Rosen realized. Being with child was just an excuse. Emily had no intention of leaving Hindley from the start. Emily lied to her.
She had already given up everything but pretended not to.
âIs it that important to prioritize a child who is not even formed yet? Hindleyâs child? More important than Emily herself? You promised me! We were going to run away! We wonât live like this!â
âDo you think I can run away? Iâm sure Iâll be caught again!â
âHow do you know without even trying? Youâve never done it before!â
âAnd what if I ran away? Do you think Iâd have a place to go? This is the safest place for me!â
Emily jumped up and shouted at Rosen.
âYou, you donât know⊠What itâs like for me outside. If I get caught again, Iâm really done. ReallyâŠâ
Emily cried and pointed to the necklace around her neck. Rosen stared blankly at the d*mn thing that had constantly been strangling Emily from the moment she first saw it. The shackles kept Emily in custody and, at the same time, saved her life.
Rosen knew. There was nothing she could do about it. Nothing. It was too big and too much for one person alone.
âIf you were going to stay anyway, then why did you promise you would run away?â
ââŠDonât live like me.â
ââŠâ
âUnlike me, you are still young, lively, and brave. Donât give up and live like meâŠâ
At that moment, the anger that had gripped her whole body subsided. Rosen dropped her shaking shoulders.