"I've cried myself dry," she murmured, to no one in particular. Her vision was out of focus, eyes on the floor. She wrapped her arms around herself, smearing blood on her arms. She didn't seem to hear him. The infants' cries in her mind were too loud. She lifted her bloody hands to her head, clutching her ears as she rocked.
Then, suddenly, she lifted her face to him, meeting his gaze. "I tried to stop him," she said, her eyes pleading. "I couldn't make him stop."
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