"Two.." she looked quickly to Fancy and back again. "I'm sixteen. I think."
Fancy spoke up when the girl's gaze drifted away again. "Both pregnancys were in the past year. She was five months the first time, seven the second. The first was very tiny too tiny to have made it long if it had at all," she says this last in the girls direction, as a way of saying it wasn't her fault. "...the second had the cord around its throat."
"It was dead!" Emily screamed out, clamping her hands over ears and squeezing her eyes shut to block out the horrific memories that flooded her mind. Fancy rushed over and crawled up behind her on the bed. She stroked Emily's hair and tried to soothe her while the girl kept crying.
"I've tried to tell her these things happen. But she's young and they just don't understand."