[Susan hesitates, then moves to sit, still holding the cloth against her cheeks. It's no longer so cool, but it does feel soothing, nonetheless.]

[The smile that crosses her face is thin and taut, and far too old for her.]

I guess if the dead can walk, there's naught impossible. But... aye, I doubt it.

[Hell, she's come this far in sharing what weighs on her. It's not that much further to tell the whole truth.]

It ain't just the baby he lost. They killed me. I think they must've.