Walking silently back into the office I saw that Carolina was no longer asleep and that she was instead searching through the pile of newspapers displaying our work in the headlines. As she turned around I saw that she was smiling - she was proud. I dropped the paper that I was holding onto the work table where she had slept and embraced her tightly.

"You were right! We are famous baby!" I laughed as she read over the front cover and stared in morbid excitement at the photograph of the body. The two of us laughed over our latest victory until we heard footsteps above us. Why would James be awake at six o'clock? I questioned this for several minutes until I heard a second, lighter pair of footsteps on the creaky wooden stairs. There was another woman in my house; resisting the urge to go and investigate Carolina and I stayed quiet until the footsteps had passed. Once we had heard the door slam shut the two of us headed up into the kitchen so that I could send Carolina home - Elizabeth would not be happy if she awoke to her missing sister.

The thought of Elizabeth made me question what I was doing many a time but Carolina was blind to this fact. Strangely enough only Elizabeth and Jane had taken their parent's deaths lightly - Carolina seemed completely indifferent about the subject and sometimes even laughed at the mention of it. I missed Elizabeth and in a few days time, when it would be born, I would miss my child too...