Quinn Wilson is scarred and damaged, heartbroken and plagued with guilt because of the lose of the woman she loved, but long before that being the daughter of Slade Wilson and Adeline Kane will do things to a person.
Fate has bigger plans than she...
As it turned out her home in the 1 500s was actually kinda dull, well the inside of a church was, but then she'd never been a fan of churches.
She'd spent a few minutes admiring Sara's butt without her seeing, before realizing she was becoming far too distracted these days.
Quinn pulled open the old parish book filled with old script, names and dates on each page there was so many, families that inhabited the town of Kingsclere and had done for hundreds of years before she carefully ran her finger down the page looking through searching for the name she required there had been no deaths, so now she searched for baptisms.
"Oh look there are some Kanes here."
" Look for Frizers. " Sara corrected.
"I doubt they're my Kanes anyway." Quinn shrugged.
Her eyes grew wide. "Err Sara."
" Hurry up Quinn! " Sara whispered as she turned around from keeping watch at the door.
"We have a bit of a problem."
" What problem? "
"There was an Ingram Frizer born here in 1561 but..."
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" But what Quinn spit it out for goodness sake someone will catch us. "
"It was a daughter."
" What! "
Sara looked down at the book seeking out the evidence that Quinn had read out, there it was in plain sight.
Ingram Frizer September 26th, 1561 daughter of Stephen Frizer of the parish of Kingsclere, Hampiside.
"What the hell does this mean?" Sara asked suddenly she had no idea.
" It means Ingram was not a he but a she. "
"But how?"
" There are a few cases of this through history but I would imagine there are way more than the ones who made it through. "
"But this still doesn't explain where Ingram is." Sara sighed.
Quinn had turned back to the book strolling through marriage records it seemed logical that a woman in this age would marry especially one who was over thirty.
"Err Sara."
" I'm really beginning to hate you saying that. "
"She married."
" Oh for...why the hell did she do that? "
"Love." Quinn shrugged.
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