Knowing one was married and remembering it so vividly are two entirely different things. Holding the product of such a union in her arms makes it different again entirely. Yet she also feels the weight of the new ring that she wears on her hand, the heaviness of her love for the man now staring at her just as real as what she feels for Tom.
Sybil looks to Henri before shifting, and holding out the now crumpled baptismal paper. It names the child and her parents and her godparents, the notation of deceased beside her own name something that has not escaped her in any way. "I'm very sure. I wish that I wasn't."
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Date: 2015-09-16 08:29 am (UTC)Sybil looks to Henri before shifting, and holding out the now crumpled baptismal paper. It names the child and her parents and her godparents, the notation of deceased beside her own name something that has not escaped her in any way. "I'm very sure. I wish that I wasn't."