5th of May
Dearest Catherine,
It is too long since we have met, dear cousin, as it seems distance has not been kind in bringing us together these four long years.
How I so wish this letter could impart matters of warmth and joy. Of colorful and lively things reminiscent of our girlhood correspondences.
Yet, I am afraid that quite the opposite is the case, cousin.
I am pained even to write it now, but I must.
Catherine, I seem to have found myself grieving the sudden loss of my husband.
Rather a blow it has been, and a stern chastener of my spirits. I find that I am simply lost without Thomas now. I dare liken the experience to a ship lost at sea, sailless and short an anchor, for it is true that each and every thing that bound me to this life has vanished into leaden depths and shall not be recovered.
I shall not be recovered.
It is a grave injustice to lose one so strong and so young under any pretense, yet among them there is none worse than what befell my husband.
My Thomas, you see, was murdered. As if it were not sufficiently egregious, the monster who stole him away from me still walks the streets of London as I write this.
Though authorities agree that the crime of murder has taken place, I am afraid I cannot accept their version of events as they happened.
With intent to spare your gentle heart the gruesome imagery, I shall withhold the details of Thomas' passing.
But I can tell you, in fact, I find that I must, that I believe my husband was pulled from this life by design, and I intend to get to the truth of the matter. On my own if I must.
Catherine, you are the only soul with whom I feel I can be truly candid. Not only have my concerns been disregarded by law enforcement, but so, too, have my friends here in London seen fit to belittle my conclusions.
But I am of sound mind and body and I simply refuse to rot under the burden of this injustice whilst the snake who inflicted it eludes its weight altogether.
Forgive me, dear cousin, if you are encumbered by my verbalisms. I am forever in your debt.
I do hope to hear from you soon. Send my regards to Henry and the children.
Yours,
Adeline
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Blackthorn
Mystery / Thriller**Adult content* * -Tastefully written, yet graphic sexual situations -Violence -Adult themes Set in late Victorian London Adeline Moore, a kind, introspective and intelligent young woman. She is the wife of Thomas Moore, and together the pair live...
