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The child's face was covered in blood, just like the night he was covered in his father's blood.
While Grace froze, the child bent down nonchalantly, picked up some of her blood from the tile floor with his hand, and smeared it on my face. Then he smiled at his terrified mother.
"Ellie!"
Grace, who had just come to her senses, shouted at Ellie to stop her.
"What are you doing? Why did you do this?"
At that moment, the smile disappeared from the child's face and her eyes shook anxiously. Grace's heart also shook.
"Oh, no. Mom, I'm not angry."
Grace hugged and patted the child, who was as frightened as she was. Only after the child had calmed down did she try to keep her tone light.
"Why did you do that? Huh?"
The child just blinked and answered blankly only after Grace urged her.
"Without me knowing."
She gave up on getting answers and washed the child's face.
"Ellie's pretty face got dirty."
"It feels bad when there's blood on it... ."
The child muttered as he stared at the blood being sucked into the drain.
"Okay."
At that moment, Grace had a gut feeling.
I'm turning into just like my dad.
Like the man, the boy, shocked by the sight of his bloody father's gruesome appearance, began to show a strange interest in blood.
"Ellie... ."
Grace hugged her daughter, who had become so much like her father that she was doomed to repeat his fate. She suppressed her trembling and prayed silently so that the child would not sense her fear.
Please help me.
But the only person who might know how to stop Ellie's transformation was unable to help.
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Leon's consciousness wandered endlessly through the same time like a mouse trapped in a maze.
The moment when the child's body temperature was lost from him passed painfully slowly. The moment the woman coolly pulled the child's ankle out of his hands, Leon's body cooled down in an instant.
The woman and child move away from him. The frozen ground and air at that time, and the slowly extending hand of death, were not as cold as Grace's heart.
But maybe it's just cold and terrifying, like those two blue-green eyes. That tearful face might mean that the woman is also sad.
Whenever I pin my hopes on something like this, I inevitably return to the moment when that woman cruelly snatched the child away from me.
The only warmth in his life was taken from his arms. Leon shivered from the cold.
Leon endlessly relived the time he was left alone, begging to die, and offered up a prayer to God that he could not say at that moment.
Grace, if I'm going to die, I want to die by your hand.
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WHEECH. BAM!
Grace, who had fallen asleep early, opened her eyes wide the moment she heard a loud noise.
pop!
As soon as there was a small explosion, the thin curtains covering the window began to turn colorful. It seemed as if fireworks were being set off outside. The new year had come.
'Ellie will wake up...'
Grace suddenly came to her senses at the moment when she felt the body holding her arms tremble. Ellie was already awake. She was trembling with her eyes tightly shut, holding the doll and her mother's arms.
"Ellie? Where does it hurt?"
He was a child who had never been sick before. Did he catch a cold? I wondered when I put my hand on his forehead, which was wet with cold sweat.
bang!
When the firecracker exploded, the child flinched and shook violently. Only then did Grace realize why Ellie was shaking.
"Ellie, those are firecrackers."
It wasn't a gunshot. Grace tried to comfort and reassure the frightened child in her arms. But the sound of the firecrackers showed no sign of ending, and the child didn't stop shaking. I was about to untie the ribbon that bound my child's wrists to go into the windowless bathroom.
"Don't... . Hey, don't go... ."
Ellie grabbed the knot of the ribbon and whispered, holding back tears.
"Ellie, Mommy isn't going anywhere."
Grace held the child in her arms, holding back her own tears.
"Don't go. I won't go if you go while I'm sleeping."
From that day on, whenever the child had the chance, he would try to tie my hands with hers. He would not sleep unless his hands were tied.
"Ugh... ."
Grace's heart ached as she watched the two-year-old boy writhe and hold back tears. Was he holding back tears that night because he had been told not to?
"Ellie, you can cry loudly. If you want to cry, then cry."
You are safe now. Nothing is wrong. It was a dream. So you can cry as much as you want.
Only then did the child feel relieved and burst into tears of sorrow.
"I'm sorry... Mom, uh, I'm sorry."
Grace held back her own tears as she patted the crying child. How much did he want to cry from then on? She hated herself for not being able to understand his feelings.
"Come here! Ellie is going to our house!"
The child finally let out all the emotions he had been holding back. It was more reassuring to get angry and throw a tantrum than to just shiver and shiver, but it was still heartbreaking.
"Why can't you, uh, go to my house?"
It must have been unsettling and difficult for a sensitive child to have to move from hotel room to hotel room without knowing why. However, I couldn't explain to young Ellie why she couldn't go home yet.
"My house burned down too?"
"No, Ellie. It was a dream."
We are on a journey now. We are going across the sea with our mother to find hope and happiness. We should have done that a long time ago.
It may not be paradise, but at least it will be paradise compared to this hell.
"Ellie, it was a dream. It was a nightmare."
Grace kept repeating the same words in a dazed state. After crying and swearing for a long time, Ellie finally fell asleep.
"Huh...."
Now that the child's tears had stopped, it was time for Grace to shed her own.
I wish you grew up differently from us.
But the two were already ruining the child.
If you really loved Ellie, you should have sent her to a good home instead of raising her with your own hands. Even if we had to die in a pool of blood, we should have pushed the child out of this pit of tragedy.
As I left Abington Beach, I felt my mother's regret for sending me to the orphanage, but it was too late. Had she ever felt so helpless that she cried?
"Sorry...."
Grace held her sweaty child in her arms in a strange bed in a shabby hotel room and cried quietly. If only she could wash away the blood and soot of that day from her heart. In despair, she finally prayed to a god she didn't even believe in.
Please let this child's innocence be preserved.
Standing in the middle of hell, I prayed that my child's world would be heaven. It was absurd.
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As soon as he entered the bathroom of the VIP ward, Campbell took a lighter out of his pocket and lit the fine letter paper he was holding.
[... I send my deepest condolences to the Major.]
The sentence, torn in the middle, soon turned to black ash along with the king's signature beneath it.
The King, who had condemned the assassination attempt at the theater as a staged play, changed his attitude and sent a letter of consolation when Major Winston was really nearly assassinated. As soon as the Archduke, who had come to deliver it, left the hospital room, the letter was torn to pieces in the Major's hands.
It was a refreshing sight for Campbell, but it would have been disturbing if anyone had seen it. That's why he gathered up the torn letters and went into the bathroom.
I gathered up the pieces of paper that had been burned thoroughly in the sink and turned to ashes and flushed them down the toilet. I washed my hands as if nothing had happened and went outside, where the hospital director and the attending physician were standing in front of the hospital bed.
But the patient was not in the hospital bed. While the Count's servants were packing their bags, the major standing by the window was already fully dressed and ready to leave.
"As expected, he is a soldier, so he has good stamina and recovers quickly."
The hospital director exclaimed in an exaggerated tone mixed with flattery. The major had only been in a coma for a month and had barely been out for a week. But he had already been given permission to be discharged.
"I have never seen a patient with such a good prognosis after being unconscious for such a long time. It is truly a miracle that no disability remains."
The doctor also tried to intervene, but the major remained expressionless. He lost his expression the moment he heard the answer to the question he had asked as soon as he woke up.
"Women and children."
"I'm safe. But... I'm on the run again."
He also reported that the woman called him every day, trying to persuade him to come to Winsford, but he did not budge.
"... I guess so."
The major, who had heard what had happened, only muttered in a deep voice, without getting angry or giving any orders to pursue. It was an ominous silence.
"There will be another call to the special task force office tomorrow, so I will definitely make sure to track him down this time."
But the major gave an incomprehensible order to stop the pursuit, and told me to just tell him that he was awake when he called.
But the phone didn't ring after that day.
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