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I try my best to keep Josephine away from my brothers and father. I know she's scared, even though she tries not to seem weak in front of me. She can't fool me, though. My Josephine, it's time you understood that I not only see or hear you. I feel you. I feel your presence like no other, including your feelings, my love.

You can't trick me. I have noticed that something changed inside of you. That's my fault. I'm sincerely sorry.

I sense your hands shaking every time I reach for it now. I'm awfully sorry my family put you, us through so much pain and suffering over the last few months. I wish they understood our love, that I will do everything in my power to protect you. My sweet Josephine.

I only wish my father's banging on the door, or my brother trying to pick the lock every chance he gets wouldn't keep you up at night.

You need some sleep. I will put down my diary now and close the curtains for you.

Cillian Milford,
April 3, 1853

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