Chapter 172

• EMMA QUEEN.
• Watching the news as they tell the tragic story of Elizabeth Wattson and Eliot Slinder breaks my heart. They recount it to remember the death of their son Felipe Slinder. It has been a month since they buried his body in the town cemetery and practically everyone attended to offer their condolences to my friends. I still have in my memory my friend's screams at the doctors, Eliot's silent tears as he held his wife's arms to prevent her from harming the incompetent ones. I remember seeing her sedated to calm down, I remember seeing her eyes watching me with a broken soul hours after giving birth.
• Charlotte Slinder Wattson was a beautiful girl with brown eyes like her mother and dark hair like her father. She had Elizabeth's stern gaze but Eliot's easy laughter. She was small, with chubby cheeks, and today marked one month since her birth.