Riding the train the beautiful and lushes trees fell darken as it went on. I was moving back home. Though the family had up and moved. When the train stopped, I jumped off with my bag, taking in the cool air of Milton. I wondered why they moved to the North. Now of the letters said a reason why. It was a less bright town than where we used to live, Helstone. My sister has been in the town for a few months and I came just in time.
I rapped at the door, excited to surprise m family. Little Margaret opened the door, her eyes widen seeing me at the door.
"Helen? Is it really you?" She sobbed, hugging me close.
"Oh, yes, hello Margaret," I replied, squirming from her grip.
"What are you doing here? Where is.."
I stopped my sister. "Where are mother and father? I have something very serious to speak with you lot."
Margaret showed me into the new home. I was small, but it will suffice. She lead me upstairs to her bedroom where I put my bags, then back downstairs to the drawing-room. Mother and father were sitting with a young man with them.
I cleared my throat getting the attention of everyone in the room. The young man looked up at me with bright blue eyes. I rolled my eyes, I did not know how he was and I did not wish for him to be here.
"Helen?" Mother and father whispered, standing up.
"Where..." Mother began, but I stopped her too.
"I will answer questions, but there is a strang man in the drawing-room who I know not," I replied, standing straighter.
Father stood, causing the man to stand tall. "Helen this in Mr. Thornton, a friend."
I bowed my head to be polite. "I am sorry, sir, but I do not know you, so if you could leave, please. I must talk with my family."
Thornton nodded his head at father. "I will show myself out, Mr. Hale." Then he looked at me. "May we meet again and under different impressions." He held out his, but I would not take it. "Very well."
I watched him leave and turning around to find rough stares from the rest of the room. "I was only being honest."
"Mr. Thornton is a friend, Helen. So please, show some respect next time," father scolded. I rolled my eyes as he went on. "What are you doing here? Where is James?"
I sighed, sitting myself down. "That is why I am here, father. James has, um, he was sick." Magaret came and sat next to me, hugging me. I pushed her away. "I left our home because I could not bear living in a house without him. That is why I am here. I moved back home. I can help pay, I have money."
Mother looked at me with sad eyes. "I am so sorry, my dear, Helen."
"I will manage. It has been two years now."
I slept with Margaret for there were only two bedrooms in the house. She showed me around Milton. This was a place was dark and there was many mills that made cotton. I had to get used to the ways if I were to live in this place. Being a widow was hard and I was not looking for a man anytime soon.
Margaret, on the other hand, was different. She pushed away men that wanted her and tried chasing men that did not want her.
