A final bound and a long leap, and I was through the window.
Eira cried out when she saw me and tried to scramble away, but then she moaned in pain as another contraction rolled through her body. I could see the silver tracks of tears as they slid down her cheeks. Her lips were pale except where they’d been bitten through to contain her screams, and I was ashamed.
It was my fault that she was in such dire straits. It was my fault Thomas no longer felt even friendship for me. It was my fault…
It seemed I brought pain to everyone I cared about. I loathed what I had become.
Syeira bustled around the room. She didn’t have to tell me to keep out of her way. I lay down on the rag rug beneath the window and watched with distressed eyes as the wise woman whispered and cajoled and demanded that Eira follow her instructions.
Too much blood! There was too much blood!