She was all out of sorts last night, I heard her wail from within, as if in a choir with all the other women I freed from behind the pattern.I couldn't help but cry a little too, which was surprisingly freeing. John came to check on her, for once. He held her hand and stroked her hair until she calmed down a little bit. For the rest of the night, her chest kept heaving and her cries were muffled. I think she was afraid of worrying poor John even more. He has enough on his plate.