We’ve been driving all day, but now we’ve stopped for the night. I’m staying up for the first watch with Thomas, while the others sleep, then Martin and Mary are taking over. We’re letting Jude sleep through, he probably needs it.
Thomas was silent for ages. He’s barely spoken since we lost Little Mary, but then, just how, he broke down. I just hugged him for a little, letting him cry. Everyone is so raw, and it’s my fault.
He thanked me. I was speechless, but he said he was grateful she didn’t have to stay as one of them for long. I suppose it makes sense but it’s hard to accept that anyone should thank me for her being gone.
I miss you, Little Mary, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry that everyone blames themselves and nobody blames me.