A Tangled Mercy

by Joy Jordan-Lake

“I would like to help,” Emily murmured. Dinah drew a breath so deep that her front hurt with the bulge of weight, and her back with her wounds. You could have helped sooner, she wanted to scream. You could have tried to see the world outside all your satin and lace, your big house and balls. You might have stopped him. You chose to be silent. You chose to be blind. But Dinah did not speak,