“Did you still want to stay for dinner?” Emily asked when I didn’t respond.
“Yeah, maybe she will calm down and come out.” I sigh, but I wasn’t hopeful. I am concerned that we are just pushing her further away.
“Okay good, because I don’t want all this food to go to waste.” Emily smiled sadly at me.
“She is going to be an orphan.” Emily mumbled; her voice was so full of regret.
“I know but realistically what do we do? I can’t stand the idea, I hate that we are just stepping aside and letting this happen, but what else is there. If we protect her, then what do we do? Leave her to sit in that place until she dies? That could be another hundred years or so, and at that point Killing her is actually sparing her. Or do we let her go and hope we can rehabilitate her? What happens If she can’
