Anna.
Elsa didn't want to know this woman- this girl's name. It's all too real.
She stands on wobbly legs, pushing herself away from the girl. Red hair and freckles and Elsa doesn't even have to wonder why. She's pretty and young – naïve – and it's all so unfair.
This night was supposed to change their lives. Not like this.
Elsa steps out from the bathroom, wiping at her face. Ignoring the memory of sounds she'd never wanted to hear.
Everything was rectifiable. She could still save this – her marriage, her life.
Her baby.