"Rose," Emma called. "I am really sorry about yer loss. Please do accept our condolences. Yer mot'er was family."
Rose lifted her gaze from Emma's slightly bigger stomach to her face. It was red and a little puffy in the cold. She had on a little black hat with frills which she tied underneath her neck to stop it from getting blown away.
Rose thought it was a sight to see—a baby. Her friend was expecting a child. Rose realized this was the first time she would lay eyes on her, and it wasn't as bad as she expected—all she could think about was the baby.
"Thank you, and thank you for coming," she said after some time, remembering that Emma had spoken to her.
Her friend instantly looked relieved, and tears spilled down her face. She tried to wipe them, but they only poured out some more.
"I didn't come to visit because I thoug't ye wouldn't want to see me. I'm sorry. I knew yer mot'er was quite ill. I oug't to 'ave. I really oug't to 'ave."
