"They took my ring." Emily whispered, chewing her lip. "It was the first thing. Then my necklace, with a picture of my son inside."
"I'm sorry, that must have been hard for you." Janine said, whilst June simply stared at her, expecting more to the story.
What was her name? What was his name? Where are they now? Is she here? June thought. Describe her.
"He has the most precious little face, blonde curls, big green eyes, chubbiest of cheeks. You lot would have loved him." Emily smiles to herself for a moment before continuing. "He would run circles round you though. Me and Grace used to take him down the park after school, and he'd always be the one to suggest a game of tag or bulldog or racing." Janine and Moira laugh, June smiles, remembering her own little one.
"I would do anything to see him again." Emily whispers softly, and bites her bottom lip again.
"I know." June replies, comfortingly covering her hand with her own. "We're all gonna get out of this world, somehow or another. There will always be an again."
The sound of Janine slurping her water interrupts the two women's comforting moment. Snapping out of their thoughts, they turned their minds back to the little huddle.