Fields Run Red

Chapter 3

"August 25th, 1786

My sweet love. My sweet love is gone. They took him from me. They ripped him from my arms and left only a pool of crimson tears behind. What I would give to have him back.. What I would give to reverse all of this! To throw my idiotic notion into the dirt and crush it with the fact that such parties rarely go well! I should've known better. I should've known. Never does anything go smoothly when in the presence of a politician.

They told me he was a radical, resisting the new government in favor of the old one, ruled by Britain's Empire. They said he came to hurt someone important to the country, to hinder the new workings in place. He was to be tried soon and they pleaded for me to testify. I don't care. I can't care anymore. He's dead. My husband - the love of my life is gone. He's.. dead. I cannot summon it from within myself to look at my empty bedside and wake up with the joy I used to. I cannot barely eat and drink while looking at the empty seats before me. Jonathan left this morning without saying a word to me. I woke up and he was gone without a trace.

I cannot bring myself to get out of this bed to look for him.

Wait for me, my dearest William. I will be with you soon.

Sarah.."