Bleak Choices

Ginny had tears streaming her face and had the sudden urge to rush to him and throw herself into his arms. Sensing that he might wrap his arms around her like a consoling father.

Or he might snap her neck and end her suffering.

Either seemed a more pleasant possibility then returning back to Charters House to find that Bodin Charters had discovered what she’d done. Or to await Randall’s arrival. Which would no doubt include his expectation that she greet him as he deemed fittingly.

“I can’t take much more!” She admitted. Dropping to her knees. Setting the lantern next to her as she rubbed her face with her hands.

“No, you cannot. But you’re nearly incapable of sympathy. Even for yourself. How does one naïve girl become so broken?”

She cried harder. Feeling as though he already knew every dark secret that’d ever haunted her.

“I knew no such thing as a lil ‘un, and I spose never learned it as a girl grown. Have you even once considered how much that girl has done for you?”