I can feel her waking up during the sermons, tiny fists pounding on the false floor that covers the baptismal pool where he drowned her. Nobody else reacts but I can see them jolting slightly as her panic and frustration increases and the pounding becomes a resounding beating against the thin laminate flooring.
It lasts until the hymns begin and the sermon draws to an end in uncomfortable silence.
She was baptised and murdered in March right in front of the whole church. I was the only one who noticed how the Vicar held her down for far too long and while she emerged seemingly fine I saw a colourless version of her fall back into the pool.
Her face was contorted in a silent scream while her body smiled and walked away to join her family.
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