"Did you hear about the massacre? I live so close to this place yet I did not hear a single voice. I wonder how many there were?" A woman sighed as she washed her clothes in the river.
There was a group of women who lived on the edge of town. They were collected near the Trumia river's bank to wash their clothes.
Ana was sitting at the side with a bunch of clothes. She was waiting for her chance to wash them. But it was all a ruse. She was there to make sure they had not been found out. They have already changed six places in these three months. Whenever they felt their identity was at threat but at the same time, she wished they were found. That way, she would be able to return to her family, to Rowan. The child must be waiting for them. He must be blaming them for abandoning him.
Her hands went to her belly. It felt like his nightmares had gone true. Tears threatened her eyes but she took a deep breath. And was distracted by the rising voices again.
