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| Celeste confesses to Filipe |
In the village, at their home together, Celeste was preparing for her day at Tirymor House. She poured herself coffee, and watched as the milk she added swirled around in plumes of caramel colored clouds.
The baby in her stomach jumped. She felt it so strong. It made her smile that this new life, now its in 8th month was so lively and wild inside of her. She looked down and saw the fabric of her dress move with the baby's movements. She smiled again and tasted her coffee happily.
"You're in good spirits this morning." Filipe said, setting his belongs down on a side table near the entrance to the kitchen and walking over to kiss her. He was dressed cleanly in a tight white shirt and bow tie, he fastened the suspenders that held his pants at the waste with their gold buckles and kissed Celeste on the lips.
She seemed distant all of a sudden. Her lies were burning her mind, even in her quiet happy moments. The second she saw Filipe's face, she remembered how she was misleading him about the child inside of her.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"Fine." She replied shortly.
"Celeste," Filipe sighed, "I think we should talk about your work with Charlotte, and what's been happening at the house and between us."
"Between us?" Celeste asked feeling the fear of what that meant.
"Yes. You can't deny that we've been very distant from each other. Our whole relationship has been, I don't know, frozen or something. I barley see you anymore. You barley see me anymore. You're almost always at Tirymor and I don't know that I can say I like that. When you first started there I felt comfortable but things have changed and ... the idea that you're around Jacob all day and come into contact with Sebastian, potentially, I can't say that I feel as comfortable as I did at the start." He confessed as he grabbed her free hand squeezing it tightly.
She released his hand.
"What are you saying? That I stop working as Charlotte's governess? I can't do that." Celeste said.
"What? Why not?" He wondered.
Celeste couldn't tell him everything, but the truth was she feared what would become of her if she decided to end her job. Jacob could use what he had on her again -- the secret of her mother's affair with his father. Something that would truly ruin her family's food reputation in the village, a reputation they had all worked and strived all their lives to protect and keep in good standing.
This notion of a good reputation seemed odd by many standards, but to Celeste living in a family of Africa and Portuguese decent in a time where families like hers were not in the circles that her family rose to with their good reputation was what Celeste and her lies were protecting.
Jacob would surly see her leaving her post as his daughter's governess as a slap to the face.
She feared his backlash more than she feared Filipe's.
"I just can't! Filipe, the Lords have provided so much for us, I can't just leave right now. Charlotte, too, she needs me." Celeste added.
"Needs you? You need to rest! You're having our child and you're up there all day. You sometimes don't even come home to sleep. I miss you. I miss us. Our child is coming and I think Georgina could cover for you. At least for a bit." Filipe offered.
"No." Celeste replied straight forwardly.
"No? Celeste, the baby, what about time to recuperate after the baby?" Filipe added.
"Filipe, I just think...." She paused. She felt cornered. The truth had to come out. The truth was the best way for her to finally free herself of this awful covering. She could no longer lie to the man she loved but it was going to hurt, it was going to hurt him and her and so many of the people that loved them together. But she could not allow him to continue to believe the baby was his.
"What is it?" He asked as she froze in silence.
"I am going to say something to you now that is going to ruin what we have and, to be honest, it's for the best. For your best. You deserve better, and I have been hiding something from you and I can no longer hide it. This is gutting me, Filipe, it's gutting me. The child I am carrying is not yours. It's Jacob's. I lied. I've been lying. Filipe I am so sorry." She confessed as she grabbed on to his hands.
He pulled away. His face scorned. Hurt. Crushed.
"You're sorry? You've been lying to me for months about something so personal and so important and I've been running around like a fool! LIKE A GOD-DAMN FOOL! You ... and Jacob? When? Why? WHY Would you do that to us? TO ME? We.. we've been together for 15 years, and now, you... you've just thrown that all away!" Filipe replied in the most hurt and broken tone of voice Celeste had ever heard.
"I can't get into why... It was a mistake, it was..." he interrupted her
"A MISTAKE? That is too late to say. You should have thought about what a mistake it would have been the moment you decided to lay with this man. A man that has already taken so much from me!!" Filipe said raising his crippled hand from the accident her was in with Jacob so many years ago when he worked as Jacob's personal page as a teenager.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." She said crying and holding on to her baby bump.
Filipe's heart shattered in his chest. It was all such a shocking moment in his life something so vial and destructive done to him by the woman he loved.
"Here." He said to her handing her a telegram.
She took it, her hand shaking as she grabbed on to the paper.
"It's from your brother, maybe you should respond with the news of your betrayal. I'm sure that'll be less shocking to him than knowing he's Albert Lord's bastard child." Filipe said revealing he knew the DeViana family secret from the files Gregory Reigns had accumulated on them.
Celeste's eyes widened with shock. "How do you know that!?" She asked ripping open the telegram and reading her brother's response to her earlier note from weeks ago.
"I guess we all have secrets." Filipe replied passive-aggressively.
"Filipe, listen to me...." She began before he interpreted.
"I think you should leave. Leave now." He said turning his back on her.
"But..." She began.
"Leave this home. I don't think I can look at you right now." Filipe replied as he turned to the window letting the morning sun warm his broken heart.
Celeste nodded that she would. She had to tell him the truth, she knew in her own broken heart that it had to happen that the baby needed to be born into the truth and the lie she was spinning to protect herself and the secrets Jacob had held over her head.
She grabbed a bag that she always packed that had a few of her things that she would take up to Tirymor. It would only last her a few days.
"I'll come back for more things when you're away." She said softly at the front door.
He turned to her, his face trembling with tears. He could not believe the woman he loved had done this to him, to them. He could not believe she was leaving. He could not believe he had sent her away. He could not believe the child was of the man who had done so many terrible things. It was so unlike her. It was such a departure from who Celeste really was.
"Who are you?" He asked devastated and broken.
She looked at him dead in the eye and answered: "I don't know any more. But I do love you. I will always love you."
He shook his head and did not answer her.
Then, with one more look around her small home, the home she had spent so many years in love and happiness with Filipe Braga, and left.
Ash she got into to the awaiting car where Hamstead had come to take her back to Tirymor for her day of work and service as governess, Celeste sobbed.
"Miss? Has something happened?" Hamstead asked looking at Celeste in the tiny review mirror. She shook her head no, a clear lie, but if there was anything Hamstead knew it was to never butt-in things that had nothing to do with him. He took her reply for it's face value although it pained him to see her so sad.
Filipe, for his part, watched as Hamstead drove off from his sheer curtain covered window. The tears rolled down his chiseled tan-colored face.
She was gone from their small home, the love of his life...
Forever.
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| Matthew accompanies Evie to town hall |
A bustling village of Welshport seemed to never have an idea of what had happened just the night before over in the woods. The dark secrets that seeped beneath the veneer of the Lord family's façade was always something gossiped about in smoky corners of The Siren's Call Pub or under parasol's in Village park by some of the other well-to-do ladies of the island.
As horse-drawn carriages mixed with the newest automobiles in the village streets, Evie Jordan-Lord and Matthew Winterborn mixed in with the citizens as they got out of a carriage and made their way into the town hall.
Evie, dressed in head-to-toe black crowned with a black veil covering her saddened face, was helped down from the carriage by the handsome Matthew. They went arm-in-arm into the records hall. She was playing the grieving widow once again, and this time her heart felt somewhat relieved for the death of her husband, or at least the creature that had taken over her husband's body.
The pair walked into the large hall, it's long white walls covered in paintings of the mayors and governors of the past like tiny museum of portraits. Faces that were warn with a century of secrets of what they had done to Matthew's people. As they continued to the clerk's desk, Matthew couldn't help but look up at the portraits of Welshport's ghastly forefathers and feel as if their eyes were following him, like they knew who he was. Like they knew he had survived despite all their attempts in extinguishing his people from the face of the earth.
He wanted to spit on them, a sign of his disgust. But he kept his composure for the grieving Evie.
"Afternoon, how may I help you?" The clerk at the desk said not recognize the well known new Lord bride Evie.
"Afternoon sir, I'm here to file a death certificate for my husband." Evie replied.
"Oh, I am so sorry for your loss Ma'am. Such a young widow. Let me see here..." He said scouring the various forms in his cubby. "Ah! Here we are. You'll have to place the date of the funeral here and the date of the death here, and of course the name of the deceased." He added.
"Oh, there was no funeral." Matthew said.
"No funeral? How can that be?" The clerk replied.
"It was a personal decision because of... unimaginable circumstances, you see my husband was Mr. Sebastian Lord and as I am sure you have heard, he's been under a lot pressure since his return. Life since his kidnapping had not been good to him. He’s suffered greatly." Evie said lying about Sebastian's death and showed the form to the clerk showing whom she was filing the certificate the deceased was.
"Ohhhhh!" The clerk said recognizing the name Evie had written down. "Well, I can understand the secrecy. I've heard the terrible things that happened to Mr. Lord," The clerk whispered to keep discretion. "I thought he was doing well after he came back. I had no idea he was ill. Disease of the mind can do such terrible things." He added now starting to get confused about the whole situation.
"Yes, that's right. An illness of the mind. It can happen to us all if the trauma is profound enough." Evie explained. "My poor husband suffered a great deal since he returned from his kidnapping he, uh... he, just never was the same. Unfortunately he departed us in a way that I, and the entire Lord family, preferer not to disclose to the public. You can understand, can't you sir?" Evie said, evoking the powerful clout of the Lord name into the fray and the lie of the kidnapping they all used to cover for the truth of Sebastian returning from the dead.
The clerk thought for a second. He wasn't sure exactly how to proceed but he knew that there had to be a way to keep both parties happy. The county in which they lived would most certainly need proof of death, a coroner's report usually, but this was the Lord family after all. They had the entire island under their thumb and for the most part had so many people employed in the various business ventures they had around the village not including their main source of income the giant Publishing dynasty they held in Maine, Massachusetts and Connecticut and New York.
"You know what, just fill out this section and I'll take care of the rest." The clerk whispered.
Evie smiled and mouthed the words "Thank you" and filled in what the clerk asked. She signed the form and the clerk stamped his approval of the death certificate. Evie was now a widow for the second time--officially and legally.
"The family will truly be appreciative of this. Truly." Evie said with a sad smile. As she looked down at her copy she felt her heart skip. She was happy that it was over and that Sebastian, who was suffering in the state he was in, was now at peace. She could move on with her life now that he was really gone.
"It was meant to be." Matthew said as the two made their way out of the building. "He wasn't meant to come back the way he did. Not at all."
"Matthew, thank you for coming with me. I didn't know who else to turn to. Niky is very involved with your sister while she rests and Celeste has a lot going on, I really had no one else. This means so much to me." Evie said as the sound of horses galloping around them on the cobblestone streets behind her.
"I wouldn't want it any other way, I really mean that." He said, his deep brown eyes growing warmer by the second.
"Now we have to get to the Publishing House, the Lords have a lot of weight when it comes to what goes into the papers. I'll have to get Sebastian's death published to solidify everything. Its strange, isnt it? He came back and I was so happy to get a second chance but now I can only think of making sure everyone who needs to know he's finally gone --- knows." Evie said thinking of the irony of her life.
"You really did love him, didn't you?" Matthew said.
"And I still do. But not this Sebastian, not the man that came back. That wasn't who I feel in love with, that man died when Mary shot him the first time. The man I loved would have never come after my brother that way, he would have never tried to kill Niky, no...that was not Sebastian not in any way shape or form." Evie explained as she pulled out the instructions for the news papers the Lord's owned to publish Sebastian second death.
"I know what you mean. I would do anything for my sister. Anything. We only have each other, so I'd protect her life with mine any day of the week. What you did took immeasurable amount of guts, Evie. You have no idea how proud of you I am." Matthew said.
Evie sighed "Still...I keep going over and over what happened in my head and I cannot believe I did that. I keep telling myself it was to keep Nik safe but, at the end of the day I still took Sebastian's life. How will Rebecca and Charlotte and any of the Lords ever look at me the same again?" She wondered of her new found family.
"Evie, they knew what he was. They were reluctant to even welcome him back like you did. They'll understand, especially because I bet they feel the same way you do. That person, WAS NOT Sebastian. He just wasn't." Matthew said trying to make Evie feel better.
Then she looked up at Matthew who was standing by her like a guard. She smiled, and felt so close to him now, she could see he was a true friend, a true hearted person who only wanted what was best for her and she knew then that she could confide in him.
"There's something else." She said pausing.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"I have to tell you something I've been keeping from everyone. It just feels like I need to tell you because, I don't know, I don't feel like I'm being completely honest and at this point I shouldn't be keeping this a secret. It doesn't feel right." Evie said.
Matthew's face frowned with worry: "Evie, what is it?"
"Sebastian and I, before he died, we... conceived a child. I'm pregnant and I haven't told the family yet. I mean the idea of what they'll think once they realize what's happened will be just one more battle with those walls, I just don't know how it's going to turn out. Especially now that Rebecca is in such turmoil and Jacob's return. It's all so much for us all to deal with." She added with tears in her eyes.
"Do NOT worry. I won't let you deal with all of this alone. And for what it's worth I think they'll feel just as relieved as you did now that Sebastian has found his way back to the other side. Rebecca will survive her own drama as she always does. Word is she's already been released, Reigns found someone else more lucrative to go after for the shooting." Matthew revealed.
"WHO? Not Celeste I hope!" Evie replied, Matthew shrugged as he grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed. She felt safe with him, safer than she had ever felt in the entire time she lived on the mysterious island.
"No, not Celeste." A voice said coming from around the corner.
It was Filipe Braga, heading for the jailhouse as his shift was about to begin.
"Filipe!" Evie exclaimed hugging her friend tightly. "What's happened? Who has Reigns gone after?"
Filipe shook his head unable to reveal more about the case but wondered what they were doing at the hall of records. Evie looked at Matthew who lifted his brows almost as if to say he had no idea how she would explain this to Filipe who was not only a person of the law but one of Sebastian's friends and allies.
"It's Sebastian. He died last night." She said expecting an avalanche questions.
Filipe stood there and looked at Evie who he could clearly see was dressed in mourners black. It didn't even phase him to ask her more questions. It didn't even phase him to care that another of his childhood friends was dead. All he could think about was Celeste and what she told him just the night before, the same night Sebastian supposedly died.
"Are you going to say anything?" Matthew wondered seeing how strange it was for Filipe to say nothing.
"Yes--I, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your loss. Obviously I'm a bit confused at how it all happened. He had, as you know, what we all thought an immortal soul. So how? How can that be??" Filipe questioned.
"I wish I could go into all the details, Filipe, I really do, but the village's ears are always listening. I can't go into all the horrible information right now, but you more than anyone else knows that Sebastian was no longer the man we all knew a loved. That man died at our wedding a year ago, and the monster that replaced him died last night." Evie explained.
"I've been so very preoccupied Evie, you'll have to forgive me for not being there for you. To protect you. To help you.." He said grabbing her hand.
"I understand. But I've had help." Evie said smiling as she looked over at Matthew. "What is it? What's been bothering you?" She asked.
"It's Celeste and I. We are no longer together. I assume you'll be seeing her at Tirymor much more than just during the day. She's moved their permanently." He explained.
Evie of course, already knew that Celeste was expecting Jacob's child, this was a secret she had promised to keep for several weeks now. But she had no idea it would have gotten to this, of course she was broken-hearted for Filipe but at the same time she felt similar relief for her best friend Celeste who was now free of her secret just as Evie was now free of hers.
"Looks like we're all turning the page on our past lives, my friend. Understand that I'll do anything to make sure Celeste is safe in that house. She's been nothing but good to me, and she's shown me so much compassion and friendship. I'll do the same for you. We've all been through so much that I think we need this new lease on life, no matter how painful it really is." Evie said.
"Very wise words, thank you." Filipe replied. "And Sebastian, I'm still confused about that. I spoke to him not too long ago and...." Filipe paused feeling the scar on his wrist from Sebastian's bite. "he seemed fine."
Evie took a breath, her chest heaving heavily inside the tight corset inside her petticoat. She wasn't even sure how to begin telling Filipe about what happened the night Alice, Nik and Matthew went to Lockwood Thicket and what she found when she entered but if anyone could understand it could be Filipe.
But she relented. She needed to keep the story straight, after all Filipe was a deputy of the law. Everything that she spoke of going forward when it came to Sebastian and his death needed to stay the same as told to others.
"It was unexpected as you might imagine but sometimes that is how death is. He was cremated and we're going to spread his ashes today. His darkness is now over. He's back where he belongs. In Heaven." She said with real tears in her eyes.
Filipe looked at her and wondered how it could have happened but understanding the strange circumstances of Sebastian's existence as it was, he couldn't explain it. He couldn't explain the way he came back tio live and he certainly wasn't going to try and make sense of his sudden death a second time. In a way, Sebastian's second death was a god send to them all, and Filipe wouldn't go further into it for his own sanity.
As for Sebastian being in heaven, Filipe privately has his doubts. Sebastian's dark side was a literal scar on Filipe's arm and in his blood.
"My condolences to the family. I hope wherever Sebastian is now, he's found peace. That's what he was missing all this time....peace" Filipe said as he then excused himself to them both and headed down to work. "Oh, Evie?" He added.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Keep an eye on Celeste, will you? For me?" He added just before turning back and walking down the street.
Evie smiled at him and nodded her head. "Always."
Then, as Filipe got smaller and smaller in the distance down the block Matthew looped Evie's arm into his and squeezed her close. "We're going to be ok. We're all going to be ok." He said reassuring her.
She then opened a small bag clutched at her arm to reveal a small golden urn that had what were Sebastian's ashes, or what his body had turned into once she staked him in the chest.
"Let's take him to the sea." She said referring to where they'd spread Sebastian's ashes.
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| Jacob & Celeste discuss their future |
Celeste carefully folded her clothes in her new permanent room at the mansion with a helpful Tirymor House maid. She looked at each of her times and could remember the last time she wore them, good times, times with Filipe and all their happiness together.
"This one is beautiful." the maid said hanging a long plum colored dress with a matching over coat that went from shoulder to hem.
Celeste smiled.
"May I?" Jacob asked still leaning on hospital crutches at the room's door with the newspaper tucked under his arm.
Jane, The maid, curtsied and excused herself from the room leaving Jacob and Celeste to their privacy.
As the maid passed Jacob he entered and turned to close the bedroom door.
"Leave it open." the eight month pregnant Celeste said with trepidation.
Jacob seemed surprised but understood her hesitation being alone.
"Well you won't be the only woman in the mansion who doesn't want to be seen or alone with me." He joked. "My mother returned last night. She thinks I don’t know she’s home but the walls at Tirymôr aren’t as thick as she thinks. It seems Constable Reigns has bigger fish to fry in my attempted murder."
“OR,” Celeste asserted “Rebecca didn't do it, and you lied."
"Correct…. you did, it was you.” Jacob replied quickly. “But how could I let you, the mother of my unborn child go to jail? I had to think quickly and blamed Rebecca. No matter what you did to me, I would never let Reigns take you.”
“You’re insane! I didn’t shoot you Jacob! I didn’t shoot you or Christian. He was my friend, I cared for him and even though you’ve done nothing but cruel things to me I would never try and take your life.” Celeste replied.
Jacob could sense she was telling the truth. Her assertive voice, her eyes never blinked when she spoke, she never turned away to hide, a tell of a misleading person.
No, Celeste was indeed telling the truth, no one knew the truth. No one knew it was really the Hunter, summoned by Eliza who came try take Jacob & Christian’s lives.
“I… Ive made a mistake." Jacob said shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "I doesn’t matter now, I've made it better. I called up The Globe and had them write something about her arrest." He said.
"Baxter Murphy's article in the paper today was because of you? It doesn't really make you out to be a hero." Celeste replied.
"Yes, well, I guess I made another mistake." Jacob agreed after the scathing article in the newspaper portrayed Jacob as having an axe to grind accusing his mother of his attempted murder.
"I'm sure you did." Celeste replied knowing Jacob for a schemer.
"Celeste, aside from all I've done I do want to make sure you are happy here. This could be your home now too. I know that things are different than what they were only a few months ago but you're carrying my child and I want to make you feel safe here. Safe for as long as you want to stay. Filipe will just have to understand." Jacob replied moving passed the topic of Rebecca and her false arrests.
Celeste paused. Her heart shattering at Filipe’s name.
“Filipe will no longer be an issue.”
“Oh.” Jacob replied softly attempting to hide his glee at her insinuation at the breakup.
"I'm here for one thing and one thing only, and that's Charlotte. I will do what I can do continue to provide her with what Rebecca hired me for, and that’s all.” Celeste said.
"We'll up your pay." Jacob offered. "After all, you're carrying the heir to the dynasty now." He said.
She turned to him unsure of what he meant. The heir? Sebastian was the heir.
"I don't understand." She said putting down the set of scarves she was folding.
"My spies in the village told me that Evangeline was just down at hall of records filing Sebastian's death certificate. I don't know the details yet, but apparently, he's dead. Gone. For good this time." Jacob replied shocking Celeste who had no idea.
"What??? Sebastian is dead????" Celeste replied in shock. "How could she not tell any of us?"
"Oh don't be coy Celeste, you know he was a menace to us all being how he was. Perhaps she didn't want to burden us any more with his... how does Evie put it? Oh yes, his "affliction"." Jacob replied.
Celeste rolled her eyes at him, knowing exactly what he meant. "You seem absolutely broken up." She added sarcastically.
Jacob shrugged. "That creature was NOT my nephew."
"Well, you of all people would know the difference between a monster and a man, wouldn't you? I'll have to send my regards to Evie. She must be devastated. I assume the family will keep her financially secure." Celeste asked as she sat on the bed letting her long flowery dress crumple up as she did.
"Why do you care about Evie and her future here?” Jacob sincerely wondered.
“Jacob unlike you I have a heart and Evie is my best friend. We’ve obviously been going through our own issues lately but I love her and hope for the best for her. I hope you would too after what you’ve been through. But perhaps being death’s door still won’t shake you.” Celeste replied shaking her head.
Jacob fell more in love with Celeste in that moment. Her kindness, in such a turbulent time in her own life shined like the Morgan Lighthouse on the south shore of Welshport. To think of Evie before her own needs, was a sparkle in the crown she already wore in Jacob’s eyes.
“Of course.” He replied. “Evie is family. And Celeste, you know, there are things we can do to make sure you are also kept financially sound too...and....at the same time we can solidify this child's place in the family inheritance, should it be a boy or even a girl. I would greatly hope you would consider this offer, Celeste." Jacob said cryptically.
She turned to him, her skin glistening like a caramel candy perfectly golden and warm. Her eyes deep oceans of chestnut that filled with water. She knew what he was asking. She knew she had to take him up on the offer, especially because she was with child. If she wanted any sort of future, she had to take him up on what was about to come next.
"Be my wife. Be Mrs. Jacob Lord, and I promise you, all the best things will come for you and this child. Charlotte already loves you, she sees you as such a supporting loving figure. Celeste, even I care for you. Deeply." Jacob said, stunning Celeste with his words that came off from his lips as sincere as they could from a man known for telling every lie in the book to get what he wanted.
Celeste thought of her late mother, Cristina, and how her affair with Albert Lord produced a child that had to live in the shadows so that Rebecca could never find out. The shock, the scandal, the terrible things a jilted Rebecca could and WOULD do to that child were a source of great fear in Cristina's heart and mind. Celeste knew this and could not do to her unborn baby what her mother did to Jonathon DeViana, the son she had with Albert Lord making him Celeste and Jacob's half-brother.
Celeste could not raise her child as Jacob's bastard. She took a breath … deep breaths, in and out, her heart was pounding like a drum. She could not believe the words that came out of her mouth next; words she never thought she'd hear herself say:
"I will be your wife Jacob. I will. But we have to wait to be married until my brother Johnathon arrives." She said. "I want him to be here and be apart of my life fully, now, not like before." She requested.
"Very well. I will make arrangements, for our brother as well." Jacob said smirking reminding Celeste that he knew the truth about Johnathon too; after all it was the source material for Jacob's blackmail and the cause for her to go to bed with him.
As Jacob left, his leg crutches banging about as he left. Celeste stood up from her bed and looked out the window and watches as dusk began to flood the sky over the island from her second story bedroom window. Her eyes burst in a river of tears and she turned and fell face first into her mattress and cried herself to sleep.
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| Asha Hoffman finds Dr. Kim at the cemetery |
Kim had returned from a trip out of town to clear his head. He had suffered so much over the past few weeks and was hoping that he'd find some solace away from the island, but he found nothing of the sort. His demons followed him, they followed him wherever he went.
Here, at St. Thomas' Cemetery, is where he found some sort of peace.
His late husband, the man and source of all the blackmail Jacob had on him.
"God I wish you were here, handsome." Andrew told the grave. "You'd tell me what I needed to do next." He added as the trees swayed in the wind creating a rattling sound of branches that gave Andrew chills up his spine.
This wreath, he thought, could not have been here for very long, in fact he didn't notice it when he passed by on his way to Michael's grave. Andrew lifted the wreath and saw the names on the plaque of those inside, but one name stood out due to the date of the death.
"I've finally found you." The woman's voice said.
Andrew, jumped out of his skin with the surprise. He turned to see his former nurse Asha Hoffman standing in the damp grass and wind-swept cometary with a coat of thick wool that covered her whole body. She seemed tired, exhausted even. He hadn't seen her in months and they left on uncertain terms when she discovered and aided his horrible brainwashing of Christian Evans.
"Something to show me? What are you talking about?" He wondered.
"Go with you? Go where?" He asked as she stood now in complete darkness now that the sun had dipped below the hills shadowing all that had no light.
Asha had taken him from the morgue, kept his tissues alive and healthy and saved his body for Andrew.
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| Gregory Reigns at the rowdy Siren’s Call Pub |
Eliza, this time, was innocent.
But that didn't matter now. Reigns had been successful. He had turned the tide of the audience at hand and they were now on his side thinking of all their struggles all their pains and the loss in their lives.
"What do we do?" A woman asked.
"Why would she do this? How do we stop the witch!!?" A man shouted too.
