I thought he died in the war. The man I fell in love with was a soldier of the enemy. Captain Ross Poldark.
We met during the war, I was trying to run. I knew that I was in great danger, but Ross kept me safe. I refused to talk to any of his men...
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The cool September air nipped at my exposed fingers as I knocked on the front door. I had arrived in London only two hours ago and I finally made it to my friend's house.
I had met my friend during the war. We quickly became friends. She is one of the very few people who knows the truth of what I went through when I was captured by British soldiers during the end of the war. I saw Angelica a few months ago when she came to visit York city.
The front door opens and I'm greeted by a smiling Angelica Schuyler Church.
"Katrina, you made it. How as your trip?" she asks as she guides me into the building.
"It was fine Angelica. Eliza and Alexander were at the pier to see me off. They send their love." I reply as I unbutton my coat.
"And your uncle? How is President Washington?"
"Busy. Aunt Martha has kept me company in your absence." I smile.
Angelica and I talk while she gives me a tour of her home. When we are done with the tour, we settle down to have some tea in her parlor room.
"So Katrina, how have you been? I know when John and I left for France, you were still struggling with your grief." Angelica gently asks.
I sigh, fighting back to flood of sadness threatening to consume me. I look down at my hands carefully holding a cup of tea.
"I try not to think about it. It- it still hurts." I murmur.
"Katrina, you know that keeping it inside like that will only make it worse when you finally do let it out. Please, I am your friend. Let me help you." Angelica pleads.
I furiously blink back tears. I can feel my bottom lip quivering.
"You know I didn't you loose him Angelica. You were there for the burial." I whisper.
"What was his name? I can't quite remember."
"Why does it matter? He's dead Angelica." I frown.
"Please, just indulge me."
"He was Captain Ross Poldark." I tell her.
"I was right." she whispers to herself as she stands up and walks over to her desk.
I turn to watch her search for something in one of the drawers of the desk. When she finds what she's looking for, I see her glance up at me eyes filled with worry. She holds a piece of paper close to her chest, hidden from my eyes.
"Angelica, what is it?" I ask her.
She looks at me hesitantly.
"I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to bring it up until I was sure. A few weeks ago I found this in the paper and I couldn't help but wonder." she cautiously says.
"Angelica?.... What is it?" I ask her, my heart beginning to reach.
