January 1866
I cannot undo what has been set into motion. I cannot change how others feel or control what they do. I did not know that so much would be undone by this. Who knew that two people coming together would break so much apart?
You both deserve a good-bye, and a fair chance to understand what has happened. But I do not wish for him to also turn against you. I believe you not knowing will be best.
I cannot be there to protect you any longer. I just need you to trust me.
I do not know the weight of the repercussions or consequences you will deal with because of me and what I have done. Once can imagine that they will be great, and for that I am sorry.
I have always warned you when to back down from a fight, let this be my final piece of advice and final warning, choose your battles wisely.
This is our goodbye for now, my dear brothers.
I know not the words to define my sorrow, and I am sorry to pass it on to you.
-Joshua Briggs
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The Act of Convenience
Historical FictionSet in 1872. Filled with prejudice personas. An arranged marriage. Plenty of secrets covered up by old traditions & broken people. And somehow, forgiveness.