It took all the willpower to leave her behind, but he knew he had to take it slow.
His surrey gained ground through the fog blanketed city. Wes thought of how different life was here. He missed his ranch, but without Sara the ranch wasn't home. Once back at the hotel he tried to think of what to do next .
How to convince Sara to come back with him. Wes was aware of his guilt in pushing Sara away.
He wrung her greatly, and shattered her trust in people further.
She had run a great distance to be away from him. The task ahead of him won't be easy.
He took his coat off and threw it on the freshly made bed. The lonely bed. How he wished to share it with his wife.
The sweat broke on his forehead followed by an empty void in his heart.
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Sara looked after his retreating form, and only when he was out of the view she turned to go inside.A few overnight guests were just leaving and she let them by. The love for him deeply embedded in her heart. The fear of being rejected very much present.
After she helped Beth she threw her shawl around her shoulders," Beth I'm going out. I need some thread, and I'll stop at Mr. Smith's shop on the way back to get meat for tonight's stew."
"Thanks Sara. What would I do without you? Stay away from Ocean Ave. It's bound to be busy with merchants at this time of the day. "
It was a new experience for Sara for someone to worry about her.
Martha shortly became the mother she never had. Sara couldn't imagine she was a stranger a few weeks ago. Martha had her share of hardship and sorrow in her life. Widowed at a young age. She raised her only son alone, and then he died at sea.
While she walked down the street Sara had to step aside to an approaching coach and just then she spotted the sign above the one of the stores " Thomson's Jewelry".
The sign was like a magnet and drew her in.
It wasn't because of the jewelry part, but the name Thomson caught her attention.
She walked across the street and stopped in front of the small window protected by heavy iron bars.It had a few pieces displayed in a neatly arranged shape of a bird's wing. It was done with utmost care.
The blue door saw better days but it held the charm of a well established shop. It had the same shape of a bird's wing done in the brass figures fastened to it by rivets. She slowly opened them.
Sara had no attention of buying any of the merchants they sell. Her money was scarce and little she had she saved for the baby's arrival.
The door squeaked and the gentlemen with dark hair entwined with silver lifted his head from his work and his dark eyes looked at Sara.
Sara was just about to mutter an apology and retread when he uttered, "Come on in. You can look around. It doesn't cost anything." She stepped into the shop and closed the door behind her.
She liked the large welcoming room. The long display took most of the space in it. Together with the letter chair in the corner and a few paintings on the wall it created a storefront. The gentleman who sat behind the display and worked on another piece of jewelry now watched Sara as she inspected the interior of his store. Something about her intrigue him, something familiar.
"What is your name ?" He asked.
"Sara. I'm sorry to bother you, and thank you for letting me check around."
