"Incarnadine"
Impossible.
It wasn't possible.
Mary Jane Kelly sat across the table from Elizabeth, completely unaware that she had just upended the girl's world.
Because…they knew what the procedure at the hospital was, now. And they knew who had preformed it.
Elizabeth wanted to scream.
Beside her, Mey-Rin had lifted a hand in shock to cover parted lips, and to the side of the room, Mr. Undertaker had frozen where he'd stooped to light a candle.
Lizzy bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to bleed. She never had been one for self delusion.
(If she had been, she might have wondered if she confronted Madam Red, could she talk her out of future murders? If killings stopped, then there was no problem, right? That would be the end of it. Nothing needed to change….)
But Lizzy wasn't one for self delusion.
"Incarnadine:" to stain red