My hands can't help but tremble, and it takes me a long time to pick up the gun.
Suddenly, my mother's voice sounds from outside.
"Jane, it's time."
I hide the gun in my girdle and stand up in panic.
"Hurry up. Hurry up. It's time."
My mother anxiously pushes the wheelchair in and urges me.
I nod and follow her with a sinking heart.
Logically speaking, my father should hand me over to Frances.
However, my father has passed away. Frank will replace my father to do that.
Frances stands opposite and looks at me with a smile on his face.
However, I'm can't smile.
Thinking about what will happen, I am so sad that I could just die.
I turn around to look at Earl who is in the nanny's arms quietly.
When he looks at me, he can't help but jump with joy.
He is too young to know that there is a miniature bomb in his brain, nor does he know how dangerous it is.
He is the whole of my life, and his life has just begun.
As his mother, my duty is to ensure that he grows up peacefully and happily.
Through the wedding dress, I touch the gun at my waist.
Frank holds my hand and asks with concern, "Jane, why are your hands so cold? Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine."
I whisper and force a bitter smile with great difficulty. With Frank's help, I walk towards Frances step by step.
'Frances.'
'Frances.'
I call out his name again and again until his name merges into the depths of my bones and blood.
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