Queenie's brow pinches in the moment before she pulls her gaze away, not able to keep looking at Tina despite that she doesn't drop her hand from her sister's arm. One of these days, Tina's going to understand. One of these days it's going to hit her so hard that she'll be dizzy with it. But for now, she's gonna keep hiding behind her rigid practicality.

Queenie still doesn't know why she let it happen. They could have run away, her and Jacob, just like she said. They could have gone to Canada; it wasn't far.

But then she would have had to leave Tina. She'd have been all alone.

Queenie breathes out a measured sigh through her nose and lifts her chin a little, pushing against the onslaught of tangled emotions that wants to rise in her chest. She still just doesn't understand it, how they can keep on with that terrible, old law just because one woman ages ago didn't have a lick of sense. But there's no use in saying so to her sister.

"I haven't told him anything," she says evenly instead.