"Please don't make me read it..." she whispered, putting her hands up. "I cannot bear it. I've already relived it enough. I haven't even had a chance to grieve them properly..." She had the urge to get out of the carriage and bolt. Oh, she really was beginning to feel sick to her stomach and dizzy again. Her head moved into her hands and she took a few, deep breaths. "Ask me something else..."