From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

February 22nd, 1900

(This one is short and slightly confusing. This is all just to give more of a backstory and set kind of a way for Katherine and the Reids to change some things. There is Kath being a complete girl boss at the end, so enjoy!)

I stormed through the stage door on Irving Hall and upstairs to Medda's room, swinging the door open, "Where is he? Where have you been hiding him for the past 5 months!?" I asked, basically on my last straw before I completely lose it.

"Katherine, what are you-"

"Jack's father." I hissed.

Medda sighed, "I didn't want either of you to get hurt."

"You didn't want Brienna to get hurt either. She could've used her father five months ago! Jack could've used his, too! It's his fault our baby's dead!" Yeah, now that I think about it, I really am losing it. It's like I don't want to say these things, but they're coming and I can't control it, "Jack went on and on about how his father wasn't there! That he would be a terrible father because he never had one! Because of that, we never enjoyed being parents while I was pregnant. Never once did he smile and he acted out of haste like his father would've! If he didn't, I wouldn't have worried and killed my baby!" I sobbed.

"Katherine, you need to breathe. Calm down, please." Medda said.

"You try to calm down when your life is crumbling to pieces! I don't want to breathe! Ever think of that!? Cause maybe, if I don't breathe, I'll be lucky enough to die! To leave this horrid world behind and finally be with Jack! I want to die! I don't want to live and suffer every single day!" I yelled as I sobbed, my heart racing.

"Katherine, you're going pale. Don't say those things." Medda said, trying to take my arm and lead me towards the sofa.

"Let go of me! Let me die! Please! Just let me be with Jack!" I sobbed, pushing her away, "Let me die! Please! Let me-... Let me... go." I was able to mutter out before collapsing to the ground and blacking out.

It all seemed like a dream. The day was so unbelievable, that it felt like a horrible dream. I wish it was. What's wrong with me? Why do I snap like this and just completely lose control over myself? Is this what a broken heart does?

I toss and turn, feeling a comfortable mattress under me and a cool blanket over me. I flutter my eyes open to see I'm back at the Reids, in the room I stayed in last night. I could hear someone's breathing beside me, so I reach my arm back and grabbing a man's hand. I could feel how startled he was, "Katherine?" I heard Darcy asked.

"Darcy?" I muttered.

"Oh, thank God." He muttered, standing and walking around the bed to face me, "You had us worried sick."

"Us?" I asked.

"Brienna, dad, Mr. Sullivan, I... Medda and Mr. Kelly." He said.

"They're here?" I asked.

"Yeah. Mr. Kelly carried you here from Medda's after you passed out." He explained.

"Did I really say all those things last night?" I asked.

"If you are referring to what you said to Medda, I believe so. She was very worked up when she arrived here." He said.

"I'm a terrible person." I said.

"You aren't. You are confused." He said.

I sighed and nodded, "Any word about-"

"None. Last we heard from Sara last night was that he's still unconscious." He sighed.