❝ the difference is she chased after u. not the other way around. u don't get many like that, arthur. not in the life we lead. ❞
whoever decided arthur had to die i have a personal grudge held against u </3
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caliban's seat. new hanover. 1899
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-TWO WEEKS LATER-
Walking out the doctors in Valentine was probably one of the scariest things you could have done. Your heart felt as hollow as a valley between hills yet as heavy as a rock all in one compelling state. Fear coursed through your veins at the news the doctor sent in your direction.
You were pregnant.
You didn't know if it was worse not knowing for definite or having a medical professional confirm it. Despite the obvious signs for some reason you prayed the doctor would somehow acquaint you with the fact you weren't. That it was all some big hallucination, a dream even.
The door that closed behind you made you jump out your skin. If anyone were to look long enough at you all they would see was a frightened soul unsure of what to do next. You did have Abigail, but since she had other things to attend to like Jack, you didn't think she'd be able to help you when things got more progressive. Maybe you were better off telling someone else. Someone like Miss Grimshaw and even Hosea would suffice. But wouldn't they just tell Dutch? Probably. That was the last thing you needed. It wasn't time for his input on the matter yet.
